Mirror Man – a poem

Who is the man in the mirror?

Smoke, fire, lines of self, blurred

Forever mysterious behind that pane

Polished, glass high microme shine

Reflecting oxymoronic strangeries.

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Those pulses beneath the skin don’t show,

A constant cacophony invisible, inaudible,

Nerves fire, heat and laser increase,

Creep on, health as lies circling, imaginary,

Let the mirror doppleganger go on dreaming.

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