[ not to give hint to this poem ] (2006)

this poem is random and makes no sense...

when we look into a mirror, we think we see what is real.
we think the reflection is reality. beyond the smooth silver

looking glass lies the true dreams of our soul  that the mirror cannot reflect

a longing to be free – not be confined within the limits of the earth

folded panels of deception try to illustrate what is ‘honest’

fabrications try to convey movement, but really they are frozen

the still frame comes to life with moving pictures

there is more dimension to a reflection than one assumes

 

on the borderline ][ between fact and fiction

just when you think you know someone

you’re on the edge of oblivion

a bird. soaring in the sky, make no prediction

 

&edit.

 

<abreakinthemirror>

 

yet. life does not leak out.