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isolation memento III

some days or weeks later:

whatever tree was closest in the park
got shouted at to end it, witching, an exorcism
spun out future loves, shouting delusions at mirror’s edge
when the work’s not even done, procrastinator! ruminator!
asked ‘how do mirrors measure worth, mirror?
do they measure in front, or behind,
the reflection’