There is a bee outside my window,
caught in a spider's web.
I'll watch it decompose and be consumed,
for however long it takes.
darkness swallows the nighttime flick light flits from the ignored expanse. midnight mirror misleads the eye amongst the gloom. all reflections confound at night. as i'm watching what light there is seems to hover between the walls. clocks rush through hours in one tick. i turn to look towards outside. daytime window reflects sometimes - part-time mirror that in a mind click can flip to being a hole to the outside. i am trapped here in-between. as what's before me stares blankly back, water creeps down my spine again. as sun arcs, changing light confounds. whether via mirror, window or air, and however you look, all light arrives distorted - it's the rogue echoes half-light dance, curving through the tur...
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