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Just for a second
the mirror forgets itself

and reflects on
nothing.

I am not
all there.

Then recovering
its memory

the mirror starts to show
all the faces that it has known

and now I am
a young girl from

the turn of a century
a boy of three in 1923

an old woman staring
at the girl she used to know

the young girl staring
at the old woman she will become

a teenager from God knows when
putting up her hair and then

letting it down again
shaking it from side to side

now politely calm
now wild wild

before the mirror
comes to its senses

and shows me
me

and only
me alone

this the present
now

as all the faces
the mirror's ever been

fade into the background
becoming mere shadows

as I blow the candle out
and the mirror holds only

the darkness
and its night.