Rosy sky
Pastel remnants
Of celestial fire
River echoes
Light and land and life
Fuels reflective fire
Eye look in the mirror
Remind myself to look away
So eye can see the me who is
Rather than the me who is seen
Eye reflect on my deeds, on my actions
Measure them against my ideals, my beliefs
I is a thing
Which cannot see
Beyond the shell
Which houses I
In others
I see
Another reflection
Of me
Sometimes
I see
Neither mirror reflects
Real me
If I shut my eyes
I see
The me I am without need
To be
And o’er it all
Arced golden steel
To celebrate
The westward move
But often the most revealing view
Is when the light of the inner world
Reflects right back to me
I try to remember
The slightest disturbance
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