Reflections On a Mirror
Reflections on a Mirror
I see that you can only emulate, and imitate,
a slave to everything that passes bye.
With a closer inspection of your redirection,
I’m asking the mimic that stands before me,
is there an artist, somewhere, buried in all that sand,
waiting to come out?
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