A Mirror Walking

Standing by the street at night, I saw a mirror, walking. And the night was heavy, and the night was still--and in that night, there was a chill, that pressed in all around me close, and drew me far from where I chose. And a distant fog formed of cloud, moon and stars nowhere to be found--and street lamps blazed false in the dark, the colors washed and cold, drawn and old, as though afraid to disturb the shadows that which cut in bold--and across the ground each reached out, to each other i...