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Mirror

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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/16/2010 10:58:00 AM
Here is something strange, my friend, I write long poems too. But I hate to read them unless they are good (notice mostly short poems are popular ... for a school is emerging from this site with a patent on brevity). I read this to the end because it was good, even when I hold you still capable of better.
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