Insulation – 1 #poem

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Brayed rails your mirrors glide in vain

(a synchronicity of pains)

eluding wheels of stories about love

(your mirrors blindly walk on rusty trails)

an always picture of your life

(your mirrors decompose)

 innumerable paints exposed

(on every silently-walked step)

on cobblestones

(the ancient rocks beneath your soles),

the pavement ‘s insulated clock

(the clock of dying while alive).

©Daniela Marin

Featured image source: Pixabay

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