mirror vacant     step backward stair     look in from the out

seems there's no one there     floorless ceiling     looking for a foe    

black triangle shields     crouch behind shards     not too many words    

being slow     jagged stone's throw     into the pestilential flow

sudden move makes blood     saved this time by the flood     only now

pluck white streamers    flimsy relief reload     rusty sprangle on the road

such black coping     unfamiliar rope     black kaleidoscope of hope   

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