Mirror in my palm
Grains of sand
Slipping through the hand
Tossing and turning
Acids burning
Courtroom churning
Clock ticks on
Tricks go wrong
A moon-pulled pond
Our gazing drill
Time stood still
Hearts to chill
Doors shut slow
Lights aglow
Mindless flow
The bottles empty
A broken glass
Refuses to pass
Turning steps
Echoed cold
Mind kohled
Clouds and wind
Purple skinned
The dance chagrined
The brain bled red
And guitars broke
All in one stroke
The Black pond blurred
Skies turn blue
Bidding adieu
Nothing changed
Nothing moved
The paper proved
Dry ink dusted
Refilled and wrote
The status quote