A Reflection
This glass,this mirror flat
I see before me ,day by day.
The reflection of what others
see of me.I see ,this one
dimension can never 'live'
or be touched.
I reach out but cannot feel.
My prints I leave,
yet I cannot breach this barrier
between me and me.
Un-tactile unsatisfactory,ephemeral
it disappears as I move away,
I can no longer stay in this
pose face to face,lacking grace...
lest this narcissus grows apace
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