For all your young life
You’ve lived, not knowing why
Why you live with such strife
One summer at your father’s house
At least you say, you saw your self
A mirror reflection displayed on the tv
It must have been some hidden compartment
Almost forgotten, this magical time that night
You’ve suddenly remembered,
The Pink beam, bright iridescent, that hit you
Transcribing, no… translating, no that can’t be right
You fall to the floor, hair wadded in hands
I tell you that everything is ok
It was me on the other side
You are on your way
To Immortal Transcendence
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