🪞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)

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