A wise man raised his hand,
Declares intent to speak.
Says nothing.
A crowd begins to think.

What can I say about mirrors
except that some colonialists bought and painted country's with its reflection
or as they would Jo-Kingly recall
Give a monkey a mirror and he will think he's a God

At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress’d house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks—from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.

Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper
Set ope the doors, O soul!

Tenderly! be not impatient!
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh!
Strong is your hold, O love!)

What if you forget
These worldly things
What if you forget
Your heart breaks
What if you forget
To breathe, in
What if you forget
That what really matters
Beats deep, within your
Chest
It’s echoing
Hear it,
It beats on, & on