Ersatzish

Swamps form under
Your stretching shadow
Tidepools inside the
Reflected lights where
You shine through
Everyone.
I am not glass
But a mirrored river
I, however cumbersome,
Carry all.
I seep into those
Dreadful, awful lines
My misplaced silence
Over the years
Turns on every sound
In the universe

I'm a somnabulist from the older tombs.