Like Narcissus I stand 
peering into the reflection pool, 
but I am not awe struck by my reflection, 
but by the repetition of the broken mirror 
as child after child plunges gleefully 
into the water, smashing fear and stacking 
memories brick by brick to fortify 
the resolve of esteem
against the currents of time and the  
forces of pressure which can preserve 
or destroy and will form the Rocks of Ages 
yet to be known. 


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