a poem for today, 14 November 2012

a poem for today, 14 November 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]

It is only by admitting the night physically that one is able to admit it morally.
These are not the same thing, and send a distinct message to the reader whether you realize it or not. 
A normal mirror is hung against the wall, but an observation mirror is set into the wall. 
Let your muscles turn to toffee and your mind go pleasantly elastic. 
Every kind of empty promise screams out for another high.
I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one. 
Time is the sin.

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