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One mirror is never enough
To shrink the eternity to the size of your palm
And stare at it in the eye
More than one hall of mirrors you need
Plus your insight
The unreachable that walks right before your eyes
Almost touching you
Defying your limitedness
Compound tense
A firmly locked door behind your presence
And a tomahawk to crack the internal – eternal ice of your soul
Where you grow icebergs and tumours
That you freely hand out
To different Titanics, doctors, dictators et al
