in the looking glass we sought to know
how everything had turned to snow
and how the crystals in the air
had formed into a pattern there
a web so hard it could not break
a web of delicate mistakes
ice at the portal we once knew
where hidden glory shone right through
now all transparency is gone
from mirrored light and ancient song
no more renewed.
and we will weep but not in stars
and sleep. dreamless.
far from all of this.
noting the change in the air
that signals defeat
played tinly on the party favor trumpets
with a slight flourish.
mary angela douglas 11 november 2022;11 february 2023
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