09 January 2011

Table Glass

Table Glass 1/9

Doctor Dee stares into his onyx mirror

Wavering silhouette and candle-light

In there is a black world that Dee thinks he understands
He presses his hands and face into the cold surface
Feels the warmth rubbing off from him

There is a room in there with a man looking back
There is a darkness on both sides of the divide

Doctor Dee snuffs the candles and divides a stack of books

The room empties

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