Playing Cards With Mirrors

Infinite perceptions radiate from a house of mirrors
Desires shattered like sunlight
Reflections falling far from the truth
and an absolute has dissolved
Only left are false perceptions of make believe
A castle of queens
and I've got a full house even though
I've never played poker before
I bet my life savings
and in these mirrors it has tripled, quadrupled
Thought I was playing with others
but turns out I was betting against my reflection
The only other player was me
No wonder the lines were blurred
and I knew I was bluffing.

The space has become an intricate web
where the centre is everywhere
bouncing between words and ideas
thought up by authors, painters, thinkers
politicians, actors, lovers and a self,
reverberating and reciting a blended script
being poured into a glass containing a straw
Just the way I like it
A tangible yet endless entity,
breathing in my hands.