Step into the mirror; just go with faith:
The mirror is another dimension that you can enter into
And gracefully approach it, not faltering
And lift your shoe and step through it, to the other side
From where you will see your life going in reverse
Until that last hiccup, before you were ever born.

Step over the bridge; and do not cling
With hands desperately squeezing, breaking off fingernails,
Holding to that last slippery scream, and falling inelegantly
Like a wisp of a ghost, once suspended above the river
Which people will see and then say,
Did you see that? It must have been a bird.

Step out of this life and into the new one
And break all the mirrors, and bust up the reflections,
And do not fall headlong into the panic-stricken past,
Lost in mourning, for whatever it has now become.

Do not look backwards or ahead, but inside
Do not look to be saved, do not look to be reclaimed,
And only then, all the miracles of creation
Will be released from Time’s distant cradle
To come wherever they are needed.