mirror, mirror, see the moon

Found the mirror on a back shelf in the pantry...

it was dirty, dusty, couldn't see a thing in it.

With trembling hands, wondering what
I would see when I looked at me,
I cleaned the mirror throughly,

rubbing until it was clear and transparent...

Reflecting emotions as yet unfelt.
Wait.
Time will break the mirror.
Reality will fall broken to the ground:
Myriads of reflections unendingly found.

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