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.
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.