Mirage In Icy Mirror

What mirage reflects on the icy mirror! O, *****Sapiens! What appears everyday On the lying truth of this reflecting error That riles the phony nutshell of intellect Haunting with vague foggy mysterious ray Over as if on intuitive microscopic insect. Mirage it is indeed that conceals reality And heaps lie to build an illusory city. Mirror reflects but visible outer frailty But further frailties veil on the other side So that slight goodness appears mighty. What mirage reflects on the icy mirror! Like a lost sailor who turns ideal guide By creating a shifty wreath of terror. Mirage it is indeed that hinders sanity And heaps lie to build an illusory city.