Me

The mirror speaks,

"C'est moi"

"Ich bin das"

"It is me."

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These words of many tongues

All speak of me,

Of what I see.

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And take these words,

And break them down.

And grind them into dust

To sprinkle on my body.

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In the world of speakers

No one listens.

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Create and create,

And make yourself,

But watch as no one listens.

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We break ourselves.

Grind ourselves to dust.

Then sprinkle us into the world.

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A dash here,

One there.

Wherever it's demanded

We give of our supply.

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But what is left,

When we are done,

Now that we find that we have none?