I set myself up comfortably in this circle of mirrors
Endless iterations of myself respond - abounding, repeating I nod, I nod, I nod, I nod and when I speak My own echo comes back to affirm I have spoken I revolve to catch myself at a flattering angle I turn, I turn, I turn, I turn and when I look My own mirror-captured eyes look askance at me I do not know my own face though it is all I ever see I stare, I stare, I stare, I stare and when I blink Forget my own appearance and startle at this image-self Moving just beside, behind, beyond me quite as shocked as I am I quake, I quake, I quake, I quake and when I pause My silverized selves cease the same, so exactly I find my self-reverberations have no helpful consequence I am trapped as my own stranger in this counterfeit eternity Comments are closed.
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