The Shattered Mirror

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I looked into the glass today,
And saw the edges wash away.
Not into mist or hazy blue,
But shattered shapes of black and white hue.

A pixel here, a brushstroke there,
A heavy block of empty air.
I am the ink, I am the space,
A puzzle of a quiet face.

But even as the lines break down,
And scatter all across the town,
My eye remains perfectly clear,
To show the world that I am here.