I caught myself looking at my past
glimpse of my appearance of my minds mirror
the reflection is my perception
the image was true but, it doesn't last
wandering through my imagination
carousel of flowing images
I never used my mental facilities
performed mental powers before
not like these days imagination is a tool
like the dictionary is a tool
contemplating the written poem
like the words are exciting pleasure
great missing pieces of the puzzle
my mind sound unto the void
color pictures of places
distraught focus unto starkness
like a early photograph in a tray of water
blooming into a grand and familiar page
taking a picture in a mirror
developing a thought
inkling of myself
to cast back
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