Call me what you will.
Folds of dusky reflection, headless
Freak in muslin, dusty cleric ghost.
Eyeless. Yet I watch, always,
Timeless. With no need for clocks
Or ears. I do hear you.
Beneath these heavy robes
longing arms twitch. Anxious hands,
flex, unused for too long.
Come. Wash these windows.
MLydiaM ~ September 2010
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(Yes, I intended a word above to be muslin, as in woven cloth, and not Muslim. Peace, World.)