To Transparency
To transparency the sands of time melt to make glass in which I find the figure of my accustomed face, my reflection, in that mirror, reflection reflected I say this, I sing that, mean this and that, a ripple makes wrinkles as time goes by, disorientation orients me I’m a wily guy, but no break from me who is it that I see, might he be me, he slips aw…


