fragment -- light year

mirrors tell a hundred lies, of which the first
is time -- that what you see is instant
ghost, not child -- forget the much divided
second between you and silver, forget
your younger self standing at the end
of an aisle of light like a glass city

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Owing much to Rilke, a weird little fragment from free-writing. I don't know what it means. Does it help to know that in college my other-physicist-roomie and I had a sign on the mirror that said "you as you appeared 3 X 10 to the minus 8 seconds ago" .... ?