The old ones say mirrors hold
portals to the lost worlds
beyond awareness once embraced
now an echo all will chase
in due time the council waits
reminder of what has been
though in that place we once assumed
to be forever in eon's blink

a smooth surface holds the past
held beyond connection's grasp
apparent warmth in comely curves
these harsh jests now observed
the truth awaits in observed lies
across a chasm of silver sheen
the past caress has been removed
nostalgic flashback now disabused

this sweetest dream of memory
revealed as mockery in the now
is still pure in God's delight
a taunt on the wheel turning round
all too real but for the gulf
between the copy and the first
purist delicacy that was removed
now only present mirror's face.

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