Twists

Looking out through the window glass at the dark
There are reflections of course,
Things that stare back at me.

I once wrote to you of your adamantine heart;
You thought I meant you were hard-hearted
When I really meant your diamond-like purity.

I meant to speak of the hiddenness,
The undisclosed vast expanse beyond ourselves
When I simply said "the dark."

~

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