- Vol. 06
- Chapter 07
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Doing nothing to offend
Do I see only a reflection here
Of my own place in time?
Is it impenetrable,
And mirror to my whims?
Or is it a portal, a way through
To something new,
Beyond these bland, trinket-hung walls
Of an already blurred-out understanding?
Can I render myself small enough,
Do you think?
Atom small, let's say,
And squeeze through?
Or might I only observe from here,
Anchored in this half seen corner
Of the world?
How can I discern the truth?
Test the evidence of my eyes?
Can I reach out,
Attempt a crossing to that other place
At risk of smeary fingerprints,
Marks of bruised rebuff upon the glass,
Witness then I could not pass,
And skittered back to grey?
Better then pretend I see nothing.
Feel nothing,
And thus guarantee,
I do nothing to offend.