A Mere Roar
Twitching eyes transfixed on opaque and blurred edges in the mercurial glass he transcribed tomes of secret mythologies with each shifted gaze into something codified yet untranslatable on the simulacrum before him. Subtly and gradually agitation and odium overtook him in cascading waves lapping a desolate shoreline before the depths of the deltas of the dilapidated doppelganger before him. This most familiar façade had the recognizable remnants of resentment and resignation buried haphazardly beneath the sinewy sifts of sagging flesh that once held hope and promise and fair judgment. This is how I look. A wrack racked with sublime sadness.