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Ourselves projected in reflection

On the window,

Dimensionless and transparent,

Create a world of images

Whose only sounds

Are echoes of reality---

Of laughter lamely limping

From collision with the glass,

Of glass opaque to words,

We overlap indifferently;

Our separate selves

Merging in confusion

In a world transparent and opaque:

Reality blurred by the transparencies

      of an unreal world,

Sounds collide against the blunt surface

Of the imitations of ourselves,

Leaving our fantasies to silence.