Shattered eyes
When God looks in a mirror,
How many mirrors does he see?
Yours, mine,
Or all the mirrors, in eternity?
When God sees a heart,
How many hearts does he see?
Yours, mine, or only one?
One heart! That is free!?
When God feels the air,
How many airs does he breath?
Yours, heavens, or a macrocosm
That we have yet to weave?
When God leads a debate
How many debates does he argue?
Yours, mine, the microcosm
Or are they all and none of value?
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