reflection’s pause

by mistersoto

in reflection’s pause
a child in it’s smallness
time held in vast frame
with himself enveloped
therein
the sound of dripping water
of crockery returned to the draw
voices, human voices
later perhaps one of a dog
memories muffled
disappearing before the page
of adulthood was turned
caressed by fingers
etching it’s emptiness with ink
to it’s surface
his abbreviated memories
reflecting
his unpunctuated dream

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