Speaking Javanese

Mocha mirrors
our modern well of wyrd,
into which we gaze,
to reveal reflections of the wisdom inherent
in the liquid consciousness.
Each drop inside of us,
as we mull over the warmth,
and divine from the contents left behind.

Its late,
and wafting, distant voices speak
about things upon which
we once spoke.

Its late,
and I am far too old for my skin.

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