I Loathe the Mirrors

I loathe the mirrors for their glassy silence With an eyelid many things are hidden But they remind us in hiding What we try to put away in oblivion I loathe the mirrors for their likeness For their contained mimicry of faces For having measured distance to the near And for having the same sparkle of my eyes I loathe the mirrors without mercy For being an open window to my soul Because they return everything I spit at them Because they return my hate in clear calm