Poem: Mirror Mirror.

This mirror holds eternity in its glazed reflection,
it isn’t only for a moment, finite,
granted, it’s a sum of something transitory;
ephemeral like young love,
but long enough to laugh at.
And it laughs right back.

The image and the reflection,
stand as illusion and fact:
reveling themselves as something whole.
Something tangible.

How absurd?
I laugh at the man in the mirror
I laugh at my reflection;
I laugh at this sum of nothingness.


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