Looking from the other side of the mirror, Seeing through ***** glasses, There is something not real about this moment Like looking at a reflection of a reflection of a reflection…. Something just undefinable, A gap between my here, And their here. My now, And their now. So fine as to be invisible but so wide That one is unaware of the other. I’m existing in their world But not of their world. Watching life as a live broadcast With a nano-second delay. Seeing the muzzle flash Then hearing the shot. The familiar is unfamiliar, The same, though different. Like the thinnest sheet of clear ice My perception could shatter….. But then do I return to what was before? Or am I left with an existence of emptiness?