Truth is what we think we see.
A broken mirror of reality.
Fragments of the image clear, yet fractured in the shattered glass.
A glimpse of gold or scarlet hue
Among the violent angry tunes
That nature sings for us to hear. Farther now it seems, than near.
Discordant noise and smeary art:
But we can only see one part.
I look into the mirror deep and know some secrets it still keeps.
I long to have this vision now;
But truth this sharp I could not bear.
The mirror will be whole one day. Glory unleashed with truth aflame.