Frozen.
Frozen
reflections.
What’s
looking
back?
How many
mirrors?
Seeing what
appears
to be.
Mist
in the
void.
Populated.
Spirts,
infinitely
so.
Fluctuations.
Ripples­
within.
Echos
of futures
past.
Behind
the
looking
glass.
Magic’s
conjured.
Uncerta­inty
flourishes,
prevails.
All paths
followed,
possibilities
played out.
Nothing
is as it
seems.
Realities
happenstance,
frozen
in place.
Eternally.