And I saw a sea of glass,
to be purposeful only in retaining my own reflection.
For I hold no truth, ungrasped by another man,
and sense no light, that is felt by a chosen few.
So I muddied my feet and stepped over the beast,
and in passing caught a glimpse of his face.
It looked like mine, but at a different time,
a paradigm of prophecy spent.
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