Sunday, June 1, 2014


Curves snapped straight, into lines.
Crossed over, criss-crossed, crossed up.
The layers spin off and collide. They touch and explode.

Built up and taken apart. And back again.
Square angles break into circles upon circles.
A pebble in a pond.

In the mirror.
The shapes repeat.

In the mirror.
An empty frame returns my gaze.

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