the thing within
some cinderella midnight
it shrank before my eyes
grew formless form,
'til, shadowed, its return
outgrew their whispers.
exhabitants of wards,
their visions and their voices'
godless tumult,
divine the ordination of this sin.
embracing then the mirror,
examining for flaws
- no causal process -
discerns no evidence
for what's within.
it rises and it falls,
it thrives on fancy,
it gutters as a flame
then flares again.