Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.

(ok so this poem is a bit strange. The part that has 'their' is the character's reaction to the world, the 'your' parts are when they are speaking in the mindmeld. The first stanza is Mirror Spock and the second is McCoy, every stanza alternates. As if Kirk at the end wasn't the first person to talk of it.)

Also, this was an experiment-I don't think I really like it as a poem but I couldn't write anything else. I tried but I couldn't write anything else for this episode after I wrote this, except for a very bad and vague sonnet.

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Mirror, Mirror

Their world is so different from ours.
I do not see how they survive
how their civilization does not merely
fall apart
and yet, somehow, some way,
they have survived.
I do not understand their world.
It makes no sense.
logically, they should have perished
long ago.

Their world is so different from ours.
I do not see how they think they will survive
so their civilization does not merely
fall apart
and yet, somehow, some way,
they seem to think they will survive.
I do not understand their world.
The way their universe is heading
they will soon die.
It makes no sense.

Your world is so different from ours.
I do not see how you survive
how your civilization has not merely
fallen apart
and yet, somehow, some way,
you have survived.
I do not understand your world.
It makes no sense.
Tell me, how can your universe exist?

Your world is so different from ours.
I do not see how you survive
how you do not merely
fall apart
and yet, somehow, some way,
you have survived.
I do not understand your world.
It makes no sense.
Tell me, how can you exist?

You are so different from anyone I know.
I do not see how you could exist
how you do not merely
disintegrate
and yet, somehow, some way,
you are alive.
I do not understand you.
You make no sense.
Tell me, how can you exist?

You are so different from the man I know.
I do not see how you could exist
if you are not merely
a reflection in a mirror
and yet, somehow, some way,
you are alive.
I almost understand you.
You almost make sense.

You and your world are beautiful, in a way mine can never be.
I do not see how you could exist
if you are not merely
a dream
and yet, somehow, some way,
you exist.
I seem to understand you.
You seem to make sense.

You may live in a harsh world, but you need not be ruled by it.
I do not see how you could survive
and yet you are not merely
a dream
and I know that, somehow, some way,
you can make things change.
I know you understand.

You may live in a soft world, but you are strong.
I do not see how you could convince me
and yet you have
unless this is a dream
I know that, somehow, some way,
I can make things change.
I understand.

You may live in a mirror, but you are unique.
I do not see how you could be
and yet you are
unless this is a dream
I know that, somehow, some way,
you are real.

You are the one who lives in a mirror,
A mirror showing what could be
someday
you will be what is.

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