In Glass

Cool glass,

Reflection,

Sliding down,

Becomes,

Disfigured.

Hand touches cool,

Surface,

Leaving indelible mark,

Never to lose,

Uniquely,

I touch,

See myself in close up,

That strange reflection,

Quivering wreck,

Distorted.

Who am I ?.

Ask myself,

Feel cool water,

Flow,

Through me,

Yet it is not,

No liquid dances through me,

No aqueous waltz,

No partner, not of flesh,

And blood.

A vision,

Just a vision.

In glass.

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