Crystalline curves of colorless beauty.
Beauty dripping down the window, sill stained with damp tears.
Deceased fly with pleading feet, awash.
Delicate film of varnish and dust, disturbed.
Fly, dead on cold sill
Shining wings still, legs aloft
Mute witness of fall
Shining wings still, legs aloft
Mute witness of fall
The Mandrake's Mandarin mutters in dark futility while ravens of prophecy cry aloft. Do ferrets cry in vain? Must muskrats wallow in delusion? Do swirling gnats bewail autumnal advents?
How different, gelid window and grotto of velvet coal. Yet, how alike.
Narcissus-X perpends on walls and windows, darkness and light.
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