As I glance within that antique mirror I peer beyond what tangible visage is reflected,
Beyond that secure facade,
Upon distortion of an identity, afar from all familiarity,
A dissimilar being, of once unprecedented purpose,
For, fine china does not break to reassemble,
For, you and I are never to be as we once were.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
As I glance within that antique mirror I peer beyond what tangible visage is reflected,
Beyond that secure facade,
Upon distortion of an identity, afar from all familiarity,
A dissimilar being, of once unprecedented purpose,
For, fine china does not break to reassemble,
For, you and I are never to be as we once were.
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