Fading Mirror Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Demanding
on standing
one's self to
connecting
reflections
so that one
takes everything
lightly; and sees the
peace above those wanting
to love, and win, and face, the
chance waiting for them in an every
day's circumstance on which forever will
be a reflection, free from wishing, for
all things that make them; allowing
an understanding market made
as fantastic, by the challenge
of arising to all patent burden
time and will; one's self looking
at a myriad of differing images
fighting the fine fight to the
end of all hatred, becoming
sure of where and why and
who is; and not remaining
just a casual reflection imaged
in some old worn and fading mirror