Inside as Out

There was too much to witness

A crack in glass like icy

Little fissures on the pond

Cobwebbing outward beneath

A mass of ghastly and true.

It obscured the vision of

The lens preceding in the

Telescopic camera

Reluctantly trained on

Memories, an immoral

Tragedy to have ignored

If a lens cannot find a

Replacement then make the pair

A fractured whole, the imperfect

Behind an imperfection.

Bisecting lines are matched

To admit the tragic

Of the true