Through the Looking-Glass

MORE THAN MIRROR
To validate reflection and elaborate identity;
To ascertain direction and obtain objectivity,
A looking-glass is the ideal instrument of choice,
Illuminating self’s context, perfecting proper poise.

You arrived disorientated, stumbling in the dark,
And I became your compass, a sparkling place to park.
Your love-light, ever on the boil, obscured sight with steam,
Fogged views of your shadowed heart, hazy like a dream.

But I am more than mirror, and when I tried to form,
And name reciprocation, you shattered me, all storm:
Your laser sabre wielded at the foe that you can’t see -
Projected pictures in your head, portraying you, not me.
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