Gaze into framed-frosted-frozen abyss
There deathdark deeps and hidden crags
Await all who fall in.
Look! There is a self like yourself
Gazing back from the gulf
Mysterious, leerious, ghosteous
An imagined image fairy-flitting in and out.
It is more than a self like yourself,
A self of yourself you see
Staring at you from desolate darkness
Like a dream of demon
From the secret depths of your soul –
Is this just a mirror?