Phantom Pantoum
JS Nahani
When I was young and empty
I didn’t recognize the features of emptiness
In the mirror, I noticed my own eyes.
It was as if I saw nothing, as I look back.
I didn’t recognize the features of emptiness.
The big painting with blues and purples
It was as if I saw nothing
But I recall the child’s hollow eyes on canvas.
The big painting with blues, purples
In the mirror, I noticed my own eyes
But there was the canvas, child’s hollow eyes
When I was young and empty.
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