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Poem: The Mirror
What lies beyond the mirror?
Is it I or am I the reflected?
If I see not do I exist?
The lines of truth shown
Now lie feared and blurred,
An image in time
Yet still if time moves within
Am I still the reflected
Where is the now
The true me
Is it that I cannot see the real
Reflected now the image nor the I,
It is only true when I close my eyes
Still I exist,
With arms surrounding the universe
Unrestricted by time or the tantalizing zest of reflection
I observe now in four dimensions
As I see what is not
Me the true