What cost has this casted belonging?
It depends on your reflection of it;
Does it suit your need to hold on to vanity
Or perhaps, a collectible for your insanity?
Do not be rude or bid ill wit!
What value is there in this reflection?
This golden alabaster of attraction?
Forgive the query – no need to have a fit.
Merely wondering if the mirrors reflects
Your worth or if it merely add more affects.
Perchance, did this alabaster mirror ever pit
The hands of death as they became the eyes
And in the mind, the reflections of seven score of lies?
Were I a jester or pretender – I could say in whit.
However, I am merely your humble assayer
And thus, fear not what you see – you are the slayer!
I shall wait then for you to find me a quiet sit -
As this requires a very naked image
Of the forms and thoughts of old age.
You will find privacy in that mirrored tit
Then what hath happened will become apparent
That thee - is more ethereal than transparent.
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