- As a boy, I looked in the mirror and saw a good child, and I yearned to please my mother,
2. Over time, this mirror became a defense, and a hole in me. An unnatural gap.
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5. And yet sometimes I could turn the mirror toward heaven.
6. That burnishing contact with heaven tinged the mirror in a gold ink,
8. Which I have kept in a storehouse for difficult times.
9. So that whenever I am unhappy I may take flight into the sky.
