In the mirror image give, the
mirror in the mirror image lives and to
sustain the living
the giving of alms,
amulets,charms,the one who is living,
gifted a life by the one who is giving,
lives on.

Dickens knew well that the well where he drew upon stories he knew would run dry,
like 'The ghost of Frederick Wry' who tried hard and then failed,sailed on the next tide but wide of the mark, he ended his days on a bench in the park.
I am the ***** in the glass,the one you pass by,the well that ran dry,
I am the Ghost of Frederick Wry
in each mirror you live
I die,
you give
I try
and die
to live.