The misty, wispy condensation
traces my name
on a mirror
that is so unclear
while past is crystal clear
tis the future that holds
a grin
or a leer
with a Cheshire grin
with a witchy, little spin
I wipe the condensation clean
wall behind me
deeper into the mirror I dive
looking beyond the
shallow high-five
into the unknown
the glorious
unpredictable
unknown
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