The mirror told me
The mirror told me
What matter of man
Makes me wet
And I drip
And I drip
Do not fall
In love with
Unfamiliar mirrors
For they lie
Even about
The steel grayness
Of your eyes
Some thinks
That the mirror
Will not lie
But this it self
Is the lie told
Despite what
Our eyes tell
Everything is flat
And traversed
The right is the left
The mirror
Of the sky
Bends east as west.
poem by David E. Patton
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