Days have come to resemble mirrors,

indolent and inattentive

in all their emptinesses;

mimicking one another

mimicking one another

in endless,artless,obsessive absences;

bereft of any thing to show

except each other each other,

staring vacantly back at days

emptied long ago of their residual meaning,

stripped of the possibility of action,

robbed of the silent

lip-read words

the mirrors have come

to refuse to reflect.

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