It’s the malignancy,
or that Might thinks it knows
what is right for me.
I’ve grown old,
too old to be
the Fool’s fool.
turn the mirror ’round
and show what I see.
another message in a bottle
not fast enough
for the next high-jacking attempt
of generations by homogeneity
another shattered mirror
another broken record
with out apologies.
another message in a bottle..
I only wonder what will be.
Within every rain drop
is a reflection of the Sea.
through mountain meadow
through rolling river
she finds her way to the Sea
and I wonder if
within the mountain meadows,
within the rolling rivers
If I may also see
the reflection of the sea
I follow her down_
young man and young maiden
looking into the mirror
The reflecting lenses
who do you see?
what do you see?
do you see weakness and darkness
do you see distance and smallness
broken eyes, broken lenses
A body shaped by prism filter
the looking glass illusion
you are the stone,
the wind and the water
the flesh of the earth
the fire of its belly
the miracle of nature
the unfiltered you
you are your own hands
that shape out your clay
you sculpt a golem
you are your golem
from earth, dust, and love
looking glass mirrors
cast false reflections
and reflections do not stand
like your strong sturdy golem
built with your own hands
built with your own love.
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