the upright antique mirror dazzles
and gilded golden framework razzles
and i look into it and smile
look at that image it is beautiful
it is mine and i bow before
all it asks i shall do
and all its being i adore
for as i craft my vision statement i can only confess
that i shall do all that my image demands of me
for it is mine
see how beautiful this garden
grows underneath my feet
in the beneficence of my majesty
i laugh aloud with this image that laughs with me
for the foundation of my joy is that gilded mirror
which imprisons my very soul
in pride refusing to remember
that image bearer signifies
i am verily not my own
there is another