The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass

Forgone are the conclusions drawn, in hasty disarray
The teardrops of an anarchist, in deceit just melt away
Foreboding tremors so unsure, trudge over the morass
As splinters form across the pane, right through the looking glass
Now close your eyes as you descend into the sacred space
Unburden your desires there, if you can see inside your face
A kaleidoscope awaits your chance, be it red or blue or green
Just be advised, with one false step, you may fall to the ravine
For the frailty of the impetus, that fleeting buoyancy
Will serve to offer up a pause, try to solicit clemency
So here the maze begins to break, underneath the curse
As you surmise that fool is gold, but should that make it worse
For the answers to questions asked, stay elusive all the same
And are you just a clueless pawn, in this twisted backwards game

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