The Looking-Glass - Poem by Thomas Sherwood
Two falcons and a faun.
Only a labyrinth,
The forest's mirror-maze in between them.
Only way out is through.
The only way in is from without,
Which is, too, in.
Stillness at the gateway,
Portal and wings.
Being without is being within all.
How can you know Life personified
Without personifying Death?
Cohesion in Renewal,
To meet you face to face.
The face of God is the Cycle,
And I am but a reflection
On a lake's surface.
Petals reflecting Autumn sun,
Sol uploads the recurrence.
Total recall from a photographic memory.
Five centimeters a second,
My shell falls back to Earth,
My Heart in and of the Cosmos.
All for the Tree of Life,
I will forever rejoin you
As I branch outward.
Into the light... silver lining
That we will all see
The last eclipse is our outline,
Burned into the concrete of our power.
All along the Watchtower.
Beating in its own chest.
The story comes to a close
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