Looking into these that long before closed.

Stilled by time, yet some spark here shines.

Staring back at me, staring yours into mine.

For a while, searching this glorious place.

Seeking humors enduring presence on your face.

Pigments now holding behind glass your form.

Still, staring through my reflection, laughing up a storm.

Who captured your image for all to see?

Bound smiling waiting, looking at me.

We two at each other stare, across this hall, were we are hung.



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