I wonder if you feel as you look at us,
As if you were seeing yourself in a mirror at the end
Of a long corridor—walking frail-ly.
I am sure that we feel as we look at you,
I wonder if you feel as you look at us,
As if you were seeing yourself in a mirror at the end
Of a long corridor—walking frail-ly.
I am sure that we feel as we look at you,
As if we were ambiguous and all but improbable
Reflections of the sun—shining pale-ly.
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