I SALUTED a nobody.  
I saw him in a looking-glass.  
He smiled—so did I.  
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,  
 frowning—so did I.  
Everything I did he did.  
I said, “Hello, I know you.”  
And I was a liar to say so.  
Ah, this looking-glass man!  
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,  
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust—  
Ah! he will go with me  
Down the dark stairway  
When nobody else is looking,  
When everybody else is gone.      
He locks his elbow in mine,  
I lose all—but not him.
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