Breath Upon The Looking Glass Poem by David Whalen

<center>My breath expressed
Upon the looking glass
A living veil
Composed of gas

Eyes kept without
Breath held within
A visual shout
A ghastly grin

That fades away
As does the breath
As sure and certain
As life and death

The looking glass
Now free of mist
Lays bare my soul
And doing so insists

That I observe
The exposed nerve
That in said glass
Persists

I hastily breath anew
On said looking glass
To renew said veil
of living gas

Then Hie away
Before it fades
And draws me fast (and forever)
Into the looking glass
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