The Mirror.
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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