Pieces
The snow came down like flecks of broken glass
Stung my cheeks and watered my eyes
Old memories appeared as shards of a cracked past that
Reassembled as a series of Cubist mosaics
I stand in front of the full length bedroom mirror in the dark
In order to understand why dark reflects dark— you can see anything you want.
If the world is only a complicated conjuring of collective mind
Then anything bad that happens is all on us.
Our thoughts are responsible for every single thing
Every tear, every lonesome night, every inner scream
If that isn’t the basis of your morality
Then you’ll always be a scrap torn from the cloth
2/17/25
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