this is a devotional for everything lost.
this is the accidental banging up against empty tables
and the threat of disengagement and subsequent exiting
of the reflection out of the mirror. you are left standing there
with nothing to look at. and so much of it is about finding
something good to look at. he holds no beads in his palms
and does not understand the certainty of unrequited action.
the innocence of inaction is a mistaken claim. the mirror
does not record, but it does not forget. possession never
claimed can never be lost, but there is a piece of him in you
even if you had to fight him for it. it is the iron in the wood
that burns. the ash is dusted, and the bell sounds.