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| Room of Mirrors |
2/11/2000
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This one came to me while thinking about the events of my life.
As the title suggests, it is about reflection. The meter is
not perfect, but I like it as it is.
There's a secret room that I've come to know.
Many mirrors hang there from high to low,
reflecting the images of my soul
kaleidescope turning to my life's role.
In one a warrior fighting his way,
another a youngster merry at play.
Heartbroken lover all smashed on the rocks,
deadly assassin so quietly stalks.
Political subvert enraging a crowd,
oppressive despot who makes his words loud.
Sympathy flows as the healer cries tears
to comfort a friend and soothe all her fears.
Old man walks quietly, patient and kind,
Young man's aggression not too far behind.
Gazing with rapture as if in a dream,
inflamed with passion to let out a scream.
They go on forever for there is no end,
complex beyond where we can comprehend.
Images bend as the mirrors change size,
filling the mind as it dazzles the eyes.
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