Looking Glass

by Columbine

Quicksilver false gateway, all's vanity
To one for whom the glass reverses all
Who cares? Luxuriate in what you see
Perception's all your own, you make the call
But those who venture through the silvered wall
As thoughtlessly as Time, dance to and fro
And feel no gravity to prompt their Fall
These strange ingenuous Ancients only know
They know naught but the candle's honeyed glow
Light-candy beckons through the mercury
Like moths about this fair mirage they go
Glass, space, direction but small nicety
Reality so twinned to fevered dream
There is no window 'twixt to be, to seem

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