A little sign instructed me,
To turn my gaze around.
But despite my greatest efforts,
My own head could not be found.

I tried not to be discouraged,
Though my failure prompted fear:
If we cannot look upon oursleves,
How can we know we’re here?

Missing, we all seem to be.
…But mirrors all around.
Reflected in each other’s eyes,
Together we are found.

If a single mind’s a looking glass,
rebounding light it sees,
Then a group of minds is truly,
An illuminating place to be.

So if you’d care to join us,
Then please share your thoughts in kind.
For in the light you shine for us,
Maybe your head you’ll find.


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