Wednesday, June 27, 2012


Glass cabinets hide their treasures
behind transparency, deceptive
they are like Poe's letter,
concealed by presence
rather than absence.

They deny the reality of dust
motes in the gaze
of a hundred eyes peering
through refractions
that presume imagination.

The minds behind the eyes
draw the stories they choose
from the images they think
they see, figments of a world
remote, yet intimate.

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