Hello Andrea,

This is a form I don't often see. It looks easy, but as I know these strict forms are hard to pull off with a meaningful poem.

Vague
is night,
to the eye
that sees shadows
drawing nearer, closing doors behind them.
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this first section is excellent. Darkness is certainly when the eye struggles to see clearly. Images or thoughts become vague and this is when the mind can see what isn't necessarily there.

Locked within a manic museum of ghosts
whispering dreams
that never
came to
pass.
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This mirror section is perhaps harder still. How to match/ answer/ make sense of what preceded it. Here we have a mind believing it is seeing ghosts. This fear brings historic nightmares to the minds eye. The museum of memories that come to life with the vagueness of the dark.

Andrea, I am unsure if I have interpreted this correctly, but I do like the form and what you have accomplished with it.

Take care,

Michael