Looking through
On the perfect, clear surface
that is the mirror of the mind,
Thoughts, like fish, break its surface.
And, although brief, they simply twinkle.
In a flash I know their worth,
and I am pulled towards those that beguile.
Yet now, when they end, as does their spell.
And I see them, as glass trees in space.
Suspended and transient.
This still shocks me, and with this,
more thoughts arise.
And I forget to remember the mirror
or the lake’s water.
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