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Bouncing Off the Mirror
what you see
is made up of
what you can't see
The coarse, the fine
reduced to time.
as we move forward
we scatter each photon from its electron shell
Till we bounce off some nuclear mirror
in some personal hell.
then we reverse; re- gather we re-radiate,
so never dread, it's never too late,
bouncing off the mirror is such a sight
as we return to the source of the light.
poem
by
Richard Jarboe
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