I try to create planes,
horizontal and otherwise,
upon which to ply perspective

at times I succeed in emulating 
the fantasy about me

I often lose my edge
in the wash

deluged, thus I fade

I once created light so real,
I cried

my shadows are surreal,
but they are convincing

I consider all things visible
along the banks, what's overhead,
and reflect those in the water

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