I look thru panes
In timeless settings,
Of windows framed
In their reflection,
By spirits fashioned
Of unworldly landscapes…
There I detect
A man, tho but a spec,
Reflects in decline
A wary face
That could be mine…
As I look o’er
Thru delusory panes,
I can now see
That empty face,
Of wanting features
Be man’s reflection,
All but erased!