radiation
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May 25, 2019
I cast my gaze upon the cool, crisp glass
I see a glimpse, the glimmer, the shadow, a horror
A face, my own, familiar, but not my own
For within it I see another face
Change
It comes in great voluptuous waves that knock back humanity
Or in tiny rivulets that slowly cascade and bring a passive awareness.
