Into the Looking Glass

poetry

Thief

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image: author, Paint app

Is this the end
Are we never to live again
Has grace lost its eternal quest
Should I just wander in the desert
Beyond the pulse of the glass screen
A life serene
No longer scrolled, scolded or stolen
Far from all extremes, or remain
Where love is lost
Where summer has no innocence
Where I am but binary currency
Floating on a metaphoric moat
Groped
Dreamt of only by the new kings of my own assault
A wretch, mock…

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