Where is the beholder,
deigning beauty from a glare?
Through gaslit haze, mirrors tell stories.
Reflected distress, framed in antique oak.
How long have you longed
to pass through the glass?
Just to prove what you're shown is real.
Is it you looking back?
And how can you know
they're not still staring
once you turn away?
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
Where is the beholder,
deigning beauty from a glare?
Through gaslit haze, mirrors tell stories.
Reflected distress, framed in antique oak.
How long have you longed
to pass through the glass?
Just to prove what you're shown is real.
Is it you looking back?
And how can you know
they're not still staring
once you turn away?