What do you think of my poem?

rondo

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Woven glass

How is the weather
The mask there
Is it down from madness
Down to woven glass

Though we be lost
The world loves on
Could it end
End like woven glass

Do you see me
Go right through me
Is the mirror hiding forever
Reflecting woven glass

Should dreams fate make
Should I flow
Like the Ganges
Slowly down the meandering of woven glass
 
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