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 …
within
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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