Monday, December 12, 2022

A Sense of Escher

light's reflection forms a door in the floor
past a third threshold shines a second hall
fluid floorboards let me down upside right
down the hall along the wall past the light
like liquid down the upstairs i would pour
out into cast shadow without a call
sun eclipsed corona fractured on grass
on a thousand facets look through and pass
perception’s mirrored gateways senses bare
but only if you’re not already there

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