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...the mirror...
less than glossy perfection
catches my eye
as the light refracts
off the shining beast.
it cannot lie.
its images hold an eternal truth
that cannot be broken.
reality is displayed
on nothing more than sand and ore.
i avoid its glance hoping
that ignoring it
will cause it to stop displaying
the portrait i present.
it speaks to me
words i do not want to hear.
it shows me
images i do not want to see.
it tells me that i am
who i do not want to be.
yet it is so helpless,
this raging monster
because without light,
it cannot exist.
it merely reflects all
the light reveals,
exhibiting it as a mere pawn
in the game of truth.
