Disarray

Reflections in a passing mirror

Captured vision sodden, gray

Our neat lives in disarray

Stumble, to form a breaking circle

A moment of inspiration flutters

Falls to Earth on broken wings

Saturated dreams too heavy to fly

Gravity bound and dusted

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