I am made of shiny
metal, and I am truthful. I do not judge.
When I see something, I take it into myself
in right away
Just the way it really is, without any emotion to color it.
I'm
not mean, I only tell the truth,
I'm like a small god's eye, with four
corners.
I usually just stare at the wall across from me.
The wall is spotted
and pink. I have stared at this wall for such a long time that
I believe it is
actually part of me. However, the wall sometimes disappears.
It disappears behind
people's faces and sometimes darkness, again and again.
Now, I'm a calm body
of water, and a woman is peering into me,
Looking deeply to see the truth in her own
reflection.
But she returns to items that don't tell her the truth: candlelight or
moonlight.
I am looking at her back now, and I show it truthfully too.
She
cries and wrings her hands when she sees me.
I feel she believes I am important. She's
here and then she's gone.
In the mornings, I see her face after the
darkness.
When she looks into me, she sees her lost youth, and, her age
emerges,
Getting closer every day, like a frightening fish.
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