In this place where we lived there were
no doors, every room had a mirror.
A reflection of what was, is.
And each was unique to the observation
that was seen beyond the tinted
frame of creation.
Some places were, could be,
not a complete reflection of what was
contorted and beyond the conciseness
of tangibility.
For some places were either hairline fractured,
on purpose or by mistake, most of these had
warnings.
"REALITY DERUTCARF RETNE TON OD,
All who entered these were doing so at there
own health and life..
Some did it for the buzz, some weren't lucky..
The Mirror Collective,
that's a posh word for reflective reconstitutes.
Ladies and gents that fixed the flaws,
fragmented reflections that
could lead to either two version of reality..
An obituary of an abattoir,
where the breaks even though hairline
were like papercuts on the flesh.
And where they stood is where
the pieces collected upon each other..
Some rooms were purposely fractured,
for those who broke the rules
were kept in shard rooms..
These were places where others of less
reputable reflections were kept.
Solitary confinement,
there was just a jagged piece of mirror left,
enough space for a paper plate to be left.
Once there sentence was completed
The mirror collective would be called
to reconstitute the whole mirror..
If they were of sound constitution, not mad...
Then they were reintegrated in to the society..
What they didn't realise is
the lights of different frequencies
were purposely shone within there room.
Nearly all were unseen to the eye,
but were used to program them,
sublimely to have a more compatible persona.
Me I wants like those others, my reflection was
always polished. I would enter
a reflection and be the person who'd stepped
through a moment before.
We were a society mirrored on the refection
that everything was meant to be perfect.
But what we didn't realise that
every refection is distorted no matter how
perfect we think it is.
And the perfection we looked upon,
was cracked beyond our contemplation.
We were just slaves to the mirror of our own
egos..
But what ever you do don't look at the refection
staring behind you,
you looked....
I'm sorry.....
