Lake rain Vajra
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broken by Lake e. Lou
broken
for Tristan
from the smoky cave i crawl
from strange arms outstretched
i flee, i flee, i flee
into that strange dark house
looming in the dark of dreams
remote
silent
elusive
unable to scale that coiling inner stair
i fail
i fall
i am lost
to all your inner dark
floundering
faltering alone
searching the dark
for that face in the mirror
pale reflections
cast upon the surface
i grasp
i reach
away they ripple
wave upon wave
unceasing over my head
cold cold black hair in my fingers
against my cheek, lips
i drown in your black
lost
all these playhouse reflections
false
empty
to lie in a rainy meadow
the blue-black sky forever
shattered silver with starfall
angels descend
arms outstretched
to grasp these small flailing hands
clasped in endless mute prayer
find me find me find me
thunder of boot-fall
through a blackened tunnel
unable to follow
to catch up
bottles cracked
glasses empty
i fall again
broken song dreams endlessly repeated
i never wanted this
i never wanted any of this
a true reflection shall surface
resurface
my face
at last
here reflected
1993
by Lake e. Lou
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