Turning Interior Lights On Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Turning Interior Lights On



Mirrors of reflection are turning interior lights on high,
illuminating insides of every insight.

At last complete, staying on side lines, never turning
away, blindly following tracks of everything being traced
on mirrors of another reflection in the past.

Alone without anyone else to contend with on this plain or
any other as long as I'm on earth.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
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