Table Glass 1/9
Doctor Dee stares into his onyx mirror
Wavering silhouette and candle-light
In there is a black world that Dee thinks he understands
He presses his hands and face into the cold surface
Feels the warmth rubbing off from him
There is a room in there with a man looking back
There is a darkness on both sides of the divide
Doctor Dee snuffs the candles and divides a stack of books
The room empties
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