Saturday, January 30, 2021

Antique Pistols at Dawn

There’s a mirror where your whole world is reflected
As too soft and slow to break the silvered glass,
Where everything you’ve known will be rejected,
And only what’s unknown will ever pass.

You can spend your whole life staring at that mirror.
You can pray to God to see the other side.
You can trace all your world's changes in that mirror,
But a mirror is a cipher, not a guide.

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