and like the old man
I got my pen
water in bowl
and a wand in hand
the candles lit
all about my den

tapping rifts
and the ripples gift
what I gaze…

into the deep
of the golden glow
peering into time
of the yet unknown
to describe

… what I see …

gardens by the entry
figures of mystery
are one of a kind
a shift of shapes
in the sight of mind

and from above
as though they came
one by one
into dawn by name
the base of a vessel
all awash in flame

the closer I peered
the farther away

the duck
in the crystal
has a bearish day…

and on the way down
makes a stop to say

" I see you
saw me too "

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