I roared at my image:
"Who are you? "
It murmured what I murmured:
"I am just I-Am,
not in wrath—
just because."
Damn—
this reflection
is none other
than Me.
> The voice answering
from the glass's depths
to its origin:
"Here, I Am just I-Am—
you, my source;
I exist only through you
But these were just my words! ."
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