Through the Looking Glass

How strange a feeling cold fragments left behind touching space and darkness sinking through mercury and shiver turns warm. Feeling empowered by the freedom, reversal of thought standing alone overturning passionate prejudice. And here I am at last looking back at the looking glass. Back-to-front and contrary, the antithesis to all I was there beyond the void. Confusion clears and I cherish the moments feeling reborn as myself a new beginning, no strings, responsibilities only my own secret thoughts and senses. Wondering where I will let them take me. I am suspended, victorious.