I caught myself! The fool was unprepared.

There he was
chasing his own tale!
I need the mirror to stop.
How dares it frame me when I dare to grow!?
Oh... I can't have a complete...
They just roil in my mind is (a) boiling coiling of serpents!
I need it to stop.
Or not.
Or knot?
All for naught.
Or the ecstasy of a slice.
When. The knot's undone the mirror.
Shatters.
...
Alexander did it.
...
And the fairies were all there.