They appear to be mirrors
But aren't quite so simple.
They are made of some material
That reflects light to create energy.

I won't pretend I understand it;
As I look from reflection to reflection
In each of the angled mirrors
Set in a circle about me

The images echo on endlessly,
Curving off into space.
The only permutation
Being the door I entered from.

I looked for a long while
Trying to locate the point
Where all reflections converged.
Alas, I could not find it.

As I continued looking
I caught something
Out of the corner of my eye,
It was the door opening.

I went to look at the door
Being led on by its reflections,
Until I came to the point
Where I knew I had come in.

But the door was gone
As I realized this,
A blur reverberated throughout
All of the endless reflections

And in an instant the light was no more