staring at you I feel the magic,
I sense your flaws, I amaze
at the glimpses of truth
you provide me with.
But then -
sudden knock,
and the picture flees away,
and what's captured within the frame
loses its meaning, for the self
-that immersed- becomes
an eternal frame, trapped and
glistening
as it might well be.
~
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