🪞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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