In the shadow of tomorrow’s sun
I think of nothing.
I see naught but brilliant light
Narcissus’ reflection.
Titled frame
Of wilderness wisdom.
With his second hands
Time dips into our tear pools
A ripple, at first glance.
Obscurity, then
Calm.
Clarity.
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Time dips into our tear pools… poignant for me today