You will walk toward the mirror
closer and closer, then flow
into the glass. You will disappear
some day like that, being
more real, more true, at the last.
You learn what you are, but slowly,
a child, a woman, a man,
a self often shattered, and pieces
put together again, till the end:
you halt, the glass opens
A surface, an image, a past.
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