“Am I a clerk or a mirror? Whichever will do. The tournament of stares: Somebody’s gotta move.” That’s how ‘A Mirror’ finishes up; with a wistful addendum that seems almost too perfect; a coda-chorus that reverberates throughout the body, heart, and mind.
Personally, I prefer the earlier crypto-commentary on vanity and self-consciousness: “I am stocking the shelves, Hoping you’ll see me in the back.” Lots to unpack, but I’ll leave that to you. @Solidusonmusic
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