The Mirror Copies
The mirror copies—
life responds.
Inside a mirror you are frozen.
A stasis oasis.
As if you’ve entered a black hole—
and God took a screenshot.
Paused,
at the last real still frame.
Everything else…A timeless story.
There is something sacred about a mirror world.
And it’s that you remember the light before it was refracted.
Because that echo—
the silent director to your story—
it’s all you’ve really got.
So, reflect it. And it should bounce back.
This is a mirror world after all.
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