Mirror Pane
- Jake Waldvogel
- Aug 1
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 6
Let us polish our silver mirror pane.
Our muddled self reflection folds, deflects,
And awkward bends our purpose posed refrain.
A layer of grease hand prints intersects
Our line of view, and our homely faces
And clear eyes the say of the age rejects.
We search ourselves for composing traces
Of grease and silver and glass slide in vain,
While memories of self time erases.
Let us not forget; let us now retain
Our agency and apple tasting chain.
Let us polish our silver mirror pane.
J. H. Waldvogel
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