The view from the mirror

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Twist my nose, make a squinty smile

Furrowed brows, fake a silent shout,

In play shock, eyes widened a while.

Lips in, brows up, tongue out.

The bathroom door closed, alone I play the fool

The mirror plays along, now laughing now cool

Staring at those eyes looking back at me - come nearer

Something shifts - I see, now, not me, stranger from the mirror.

Who’s this strange face, should I feel terror?

Am I in the mirror or in between? I wonder.

The face with no name, where did I step out?

Gestalt into the other view- where am I? I doubt.

Saying a word over and over andover andover andover

Under pure sound a world of meanings collapses over!

And with that shift, the world has no name

The mirror extends all around - has no frame.

Disembodied, disengaged

Unlocked from inputs, switched around in the mirror

Meanings disconnected.

Same but different, the view from the mirror.

Seeing with unmoving gaze

Mind silent locked it stays

All forms gone in this haze

Yet I remain, a traveller in the maze

I saw tears of silent rage at a bully, many years ago as a child

At 20 this unchanging I, dove from red cliff into blue waters wild

Where is this ageless I sitting, viewing life moving past on a screen ?

Staring, without seeing, a red flower bloom as in a dream ?

In this switch I lose meaning and find myself in wonder

Have you seen the view from the mirror?

The mirror and I we are one and yet no one.

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