Reflection


Mounted to the wall,
no matter what the shape
It leers back right through us,
often leaving no place to escape
Yet the reality it returns is flawed,
some may even say cursed
Since the images come back to us
seemingly backwards, or technically inversed.

Well some experts might try using physics,
to explain this dance of material and light
The metaphysical soul may ponder, then compare
and ask, which one is more right ?
Such as, is the real beauty shown,
or just wasted vanity ?
Or might this illusion hide the sane,
as well as, insanity ?

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