I

A shard of the looking glass
Creeps slowly between
Fingers laced
Red.

One
Looked through
The mirror’s face
And saw his own self.

But not the self he had come to know
Not the one that pretends, deceives and controls
But the one that is only one
And always returns to one
The I of the Sun.

One.

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