For 19-A2, 19-A5, 19-I5, 21-I4, 21-O2 and 21-O4
There are other people in the mirror;
how startling, you say!
I thought only wretched things last forever;
I thought only love never finds a way.
And yet, the world's indulgences
leave absolutely nothing vague:
time heals all fools,
and tigers never eat those who pray
to the gleaming, unseeming shapes of spacetime, unmade
in a thousand colours and higher
flowers, a dazzling array
of who you and I could one day be:
an ideal. A field, inlaid with powers
and salty apple crumble:
a world that we have made, at last, into ours.