Before seeing through the mirror, one must realize it is there. Years can be spent in fear of it, or egotistically refusing to accept it.

The pattern repeats, doesn’t it?
The moment dissolves into an elastic duration.
Across an imaginary lake the solution lies, just waiting.
Not unlike a woman.
But Autumn approaches your lifeline now.
Is it friend, or does it antagonize, or does it see things too well?
The problem is everything’s a mirror, kindred one.
All you smell, hear, think, wish — a prison with your own scent.
You send out your conscious probing,
meaning well, without guile.
But always what rays back to you is you, well disguised.
We must will away the mirror, the barrier-with-no-mercy.
Only 12 servants know how.
And not all of them are living.
Plus there exist impostors!

I glimpsed a color once…
It pierced through, not one from the known rainbow.
Maybe if you add to me, I might get us close.
We must cross it alone; yet a companion is necessary.
It is evil to seek too much, for self’s sake.
Just stretch me your hand when ready
Through time. space. doubt, or materiality
And we will make of warmheartedness a supernatural lantern.

_______RS

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