Reflections
As one’s shadow comes
face to face with end days,
reflections, upon
the walls of one’s memories hoard
dance across the surfaces
of shards, of shattered mirrors,
singing with a
voice from within those splinters, projecting.
Images of past
lives, yesterday, today, tomorrow,
at the speed of
light, across space time continuum,
telling stories of
what was, what might have been.
Reflections ???,
projections ???, definitions ???
B. J. “A” 2
December 2nd,
2018
