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contemplative reflections
that dull mirrors of blue steel
running along the walls of eternity
shifting and flowing but
still as stone statues
watching with their
cold dead eyes
grasping at possibilities
if choices were decided
and not left hanging
open, surrounding and
slapping them in the face
maybe wait
to be enlightened
among beacons of light and
darting shadows
blissfully unaware of deeds
and stipulations that
occur in
moments and minds left
to their own device
or perhaps just
plummet then,
straight into the
seas of aphotic hope
never
to be seen
or
thought
of again
that dull mirrors of blue steel
running along the walls of eternity
shifting and flowing but
still as stone statues
watching with their
cold dead eyes
grasping at possibilities
if choices were decided
and not left hanging
open, surrounding and
slapping them in the face
maybe wait
to be enlightened
among beacons of light and
darting shadows
blissfully unaware of deeds
and stipulations that
occur in
moments and minds left
to their own device
or perhaps just
plummet then,
straight into the
seas of aphotic hope
never
to be seen
or
thought
of again
