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It is happpening all over again
The dissipation of my phantom friends
Parading before my jaded vision
A reflection of this twilight prism
Marionetting out my passion play
Unearthly echoes I see myself say
And though the directions I've yet traversed
The sly ironies to me linger cursed
The strands that seem tattered and rent in mind
Dance a dim melody in wordless time
In this vast mirror I cannot enter
Where distant specters surreptitious stir
I see a skeletal outline of me
The discordant fibers in harmony
A transcendent garden coming to bloom
From needles, scissors and cellophane loom
I can only hope that beyond my sight
The lingering impotence of my plight
Attains some sublime economic grace
As these poor players in this pastel flight
Have connected me to my earthly place