Reflection
Mounted to a wall
No matter what the shape.
It leers back through us,
With no place to escape.
Yet the reality it returns is flawed,
Some may even say cursed.
Since the images come back
Us, backwards or inversed.
Well experts might use physics to
Explain this dance of materials and light.
While the metaphysical soul might compare
And ask, which one is more right?
Such as, is the real beauty shown,
Or just wasted vanity?
Or might this illusion hide the
Sane, as well as insanity?
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2023
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