sunlight glimmers through

halls of glass seated in view

of a widely effected mirror

a vision reflected clearer

upon stainless silver panes

requiring no explanation or change

given the circumstance of now

best not question the when or the how

inquired vaguely then incessantly

in days gone past then presently

it matters little, it matters all

the lift, the tide, the resonant fall

a blanket of light, pillow of grace

up my sleeve a spade of ace

trumping every and each mistake

you take my give, i give your take

pleasantries and whispering

called fire and ice, blistering

bright then dim, i begin again

ending an old, acquitted sin

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