Craft morphs into elegance
style into substance ,
we are the ones
inside the mirror ,
looking at ourselves
poetic pedantic ,
insightful delightful ,
we are detritus ,
we are gold ;
we are forgotten
inside
all of that
which lives
beyond mirrors ,
self – mockery
caught in the symmetry ,
mimesis.
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Great write.
Profound!