You’ve walked this way before,
aloof, spendy in compliments mirror-bound.
It helps you face a faceless day,
reflected back at you,
with nose in your face.
The trouble came when you looked for
the first time
and saw only smoke,
a haze of unknowing.
It perplexed and fascinated, stunned and
silenced the breath yet to draw.
Then you turned away
just long enough to guess at what you saw.
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