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