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I met the prince

of mirrors

this morning

reflections of his image

on this silver plane

confused me

mathematically

he juggled

triangles

squares

parallelograms

and circles

slight of hand

was his power

straight lines

and well scribed arcs

were his play

when he made his show

of angles

equations

and

measured circumferences

his radius was light

Pythagoras was living

and on this good morning

I was still confused

geometrically