The tiger-eyes take their turn;
they chill me to the bone.
He is a grey morning,
unexpected until I saw.
His body became a hollow,
the leaves taken down past autumn.
Begging to be filled, my ideas
became him.
It was a mistake.
For we soon learn the secrets
of the world.
We think we understand,
but in truth understanding has never seen our faces.
All that we can see in the reflecting pool is ourself.
So we melt,
water,
drip.
until the faces blend, colors lost,
and we all become one.















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