Mirage, Drops, Lagoon

The far off stare in which my eyes can’t quite meet yours–

at the late night disco fever,

insensibly & unconsciously,

gives away my inability to grasp

the universal type of connection

within this individual phenomenon.


Surrounded by the changing gradients in light,

and the low rolling mist,

my indifference in conduct suggests

some evidence of design meant to

withstand these turbulent markers set in motion.


It stings.

The cloudless clime at midnight

illuminates the reflecting pool

with a vision of the moon,

galvanizing the atmosphere

with its waning pressure.


All of this can be seen

midway between a handful of universal truths

and the beauty of a mirage.



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