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The accusing finger
At the mouth of
The mute mirror.
Yes,I have thrown
Cursing stony stones
Into the silent marketplace
Seeking out the heads of the guilty.
I have shot
Guilt arrows
Into weeping skies
Seeking who to pay for my mistakes.
I have found none…
The mirror pointed back at me,
The stones slapped me
Squarely on head
And the arrows raced for me
Along with the smug rain!
Only I, am guilty
The imagery got to me in very remarkable ways.
Thanks a lot poet Prince