Bernadette’s mirror is a mystery to me
and Bernadette is a mystery to me, too.
Bernadette’s mirror is a thing doing its thing,
reflecting me and reflecting everything else
and reflecting Bernadette, too, who’s not a thing
but who’s reflected and watching the reflections
with me, thinking about the reflections with me.
Bernadette’s mirror might remain a mystery
but if I compose my beliefs in words just right
Bernadette will smile. Then she will tell me the truth.
Then I’ll know the truth. Then I’ll be able to move.
Like a landslide, I’ll kiss her, rocks tumbling downhill.
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Bernadette’s Mirror: Strata
Bernadette’s Mirror: Eroding
Bernadette’s Mirror: Fossilized
Bernadette’s Mirror
The Fossil And The Paleontologist
Fossils Never Run Away, But
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