Semi-reflective lens 2001-08-03

Visions I see:
hidden longing, buried pain;
deeper knowledge, bliss' bane;
emotion gone, years ago;
wisdom waxing, albeit slow;
empathic sight, in lightning flashes;
anger strong, from unknown clashes.

So I stare, and drift,
and drink in calm.
The window lifts,
a priceless alm.

But mirrored there:
a burned-out pyre,
a downward stair,
suppressed desire.

You see the last
and call, too late:
for trance comes fast
leaving empty slate.