the pool I've looked
into so many times
before has never held
a reflection, the scrying
mirror has never held
a vision, the candle in
the night window never
has cast a sight, for
when I look out into
the dark to find you
your face is only found
by my fingers tracing
an image that isn't there
no matter what a seer
might send me, the
sight of you is not
kept within my eyes
that is reserved only
for the most sacred
chambers of my heart
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