What the Pharaohs Commanded in Looking Glasses
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He lives inside the past. Back then he filled
A tiny room, but now it glows. The walls
Are echoed glass. My spinal cord was chilled
When I first saw him. Eve’s and Adam’s falls
Were nothing. Mirrors form the walls, the top,
And floor of that closed luminescent room.
His image ricochets. It does not stop.
His face reverberates as in a tomb
Whose cube-like boundaries are what we call
Reflective memories. Look left, look right,
Look up, look down, look front, look back—each wall
Shines out with him. He fills that strobe-light night.
..I fell in love the moment that I saw
….Him, saw him, saw him. I still glow in awe.
