Glass to glass

Purity can be so hard

Thwarting the echo of a mind

Long wavering beneath the faith

Negating life and mourning

 

I gaze into the measure of a self

So toned and tuned upon an evenness

Like mirrors of souls turned inwards

Looking towards the core

 

What i see is not but for words

Nor bout the new day

It is simply an echo future

Calling one into the other

Other into the one