Mirror, mirror now tell me what you see?

Oceans and scenes all lay old to my naked eyes
They could see it too,
I want a brevity of what you really want to show.

I hear you talk of orange ponds and violet winds,
Some blue grass
And anonymous flowers blooming grins

And you say the world is parallel to its self
And the shades of galaxies go imitating away.

The antiphons are sung in universe...