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The Mirror.

The Mirror.

By Mitzi Danielson-Kaslik

What, then, am I to do?

With this new information

It seems that a once clear

Solution, a once solid

Conclusion is now in

Turmoil.

“You’ve watched me all

This time.” Said I.

“Picture, I address you

Now. You watched all

Of this and yet now

You say nothing with

Those marks all up

Your face and your

Hair never brushed in

A hundred ages and

You say nothing. Tell

Me, what did you see

Here that I did miss?”

Nothing. The picture said,

Its mouth unmoving. And

Everything. “Then,

Picture, tell me what it

Is I wish to know.” And

What is that? “Tell me.”

Well, I saw everything,

Much more than that

Dear mirror to which

You so desperately

Clasp. “Then tell me.”

Tell you what? “What

It is I wish to know.”

And how would I know?

“Because you told me

You know everything.”

And I do. “Then tell me

I beg you.” Tell you what?

“Tell me it!” and what

Is it? “And answer!” To

Your problems? “Yes! I

Want to know what

To do next!” Oh, well,

Do not consult me if

That is the information

You seek. “But I thought

You knew everything.

What must I consult if

I may not consult the

Thing that knows everything?”

The mirror.

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