Recursion

Fair is itself
That's the mirror definition
To see the glass in the glass
It's half itself and fully itself

Trees, as they burn, become themselves
Fully realized where bark had covered flesh
As every story must end
In fresh light

Eyes cannot see directly into themselves
They must look from a distance 
And through a medium
Just as every I must

Time is not a subject of time
There can be no outside when the inside 
Is a loop that swirls 
Until it covers every space