untitled- Ode to the Looking Glass

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An ode to the looking glass, which reflects everything, but nothing. Thus, a poem about a mirror. 0.o

Submitted: November 20, 2007

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An ode unto the looking glass
into which I see
The mirror, creature so profound
reflecting... me.

Yet 'tis an image, nothing more
though how precise it be
How is it that a thing of stone
can show so clearly, me?

Oh such a magic must it hold
or curiosity
Quietly observing all
then showing it to me.

But more to I than meets the eye
I'm more than you can see
And thus the mirror, seeing all
still knows not of me.

Perceives without, yet of within
not so easily
Reflects it all but nothing still
least of all, of me.


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