The realities of self-reflection.

The heart sees

The mind knows

The image is clear

Well-known, the likeness is shown


Dawn broke on the looking glass

Then it dawned on me

Broke ambiguity,

The up-in-the-air fixation


Glancing at the mirror for a second

I heard my sense of self fall to the floor

My nose, my proud nose

Became level with truth

The unjust balance lost its footing


I bet your vision is surreal

With your eyes off the mirror


The image is clear

Too clear

Reflections of mind and soul

Likeness is shown

The End

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