The mirror stands twelve atoms thick
and nothing current reflects in it.
Tis in the future one will see
the present scenes, slow-glass will free.
Made by hands unknown to man,
an untold age it's lifetime spans.
Shadow stage for a tardy show,
hesitant, no present flow.
Reversing echoes that ripple,
along the shores of time.
That is slow-glass gazing,
a pursuit of mine!
The art of slow-glass gazing
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