🪞Mirror Image🪞
What of the inverse? Could it be called easier To reflect to flesh? In the shattering Automatic arrangement Must have been preplanned In the beginning A moment overwhelming -ly expansive blooms So planned at the end Without witness or reward Flawless shattering I gather pieces Not knowing why as of yet Only in my mind But signal rebounds Input, output, inverting Once, twice, and again There comes a juncture Where impossible delay Shines straight past right now In these moments found Dissimilarly we dance (Till) Eyes lock, steps stride (sure)