the shaper of my own world
from imagination
both triumphs and failures arise

reflections in quiet glass
the storm and calm
of my hands

eyes are open
viewing the rain
from here, inside

the thought
that changed the scene
all upside down
from the devil’s intention

light split
through the prisms
of truth
i see

if the building breaks
i’ll start with new bricks
the carving is the conversation

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