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God's first magic was light
And I from its dust rise
I sodden with liquid night
In water first saw my eyes

Not so it should have been
He was my mirror to behold
My image on his silent screen
While his image through me scrolled

Not so it should have been
For he my substance first
And I the vapor screen
And for me his light did thirst

For if I the image, then
I am in the mirror still
So what a glass may show again
Is something that test our will.

Hence soon I am to be
Dissolved, the mirror breaks
And fades my memory
In weathered empty lakes

And yet I wish to come again
And in my mirror live
The past in the present, friend
And get what I did give.

For if the substance remains
How shall the shadow flee
For image under substance reigns
Wherever light breaks free.

                  ***
I am mirror, let me now speak
Too many speak for me
And many more in me seek
Their other view of destiny

I have no prophecy in my heart
No future essence of self
You are what you are from start
I carry even not your elf

Around you flow a field of mind
And thoughts you believe reserved
Things of which inwardly blind
Flow unguarded and unpreserved

I am just sensor in the field
A reflector of the flow
Opening what scales concealed
No depth to me, you know

Stand before me, look again
See the time and space I tell
It's your depth I show so plain
A fluid dream of a solid hell
                   ***
Silent now! You cannot pursue
What you do not know, nor see
When only what you know is true
You are only dream, only me.

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