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Light reflects

A shimmering wall

But all I see is light

Is there someone behind my reflection?

Is there anyone behind my eyes?

My fingertips pressed to the mirror

I long to see the truth

I long to know what things look like

Not just their shape or color

My fingers slip

I realize I'm reaching through the glass

It's so easy

Break my eyes

Crack their frozen vitreous

So I can see behind the reflection

I walk through the mirror

All but my eyes

Caught on the sight of the glass

The edges rip with my last flash of light

For a moment I almost see

I almost see

Almost

But only just

For before eyes break, they go blind