Midnight Mirror
In a midnight mirror I watch the world from a whole new perspective,
What once seemed hideous and broken I now notice has a rather gratifying aura,
and what I once named worthless now begins to rediate beauty.
I do not understand how the hour could change a face and place so drastically,
even though the same light falls,
it is the time that decides afterall.
Interference plays no role at this time,
I could smash this ruminative glass into tiny little pieces,
and let them fall onto the floor,
yet the reflection staring back at me would keep it's utter perfection,
For I could not interlope with the faultlessness of the image before me,
and I could never play on it's transcendence,
I wouldn't agrue with the virtue this somewhat banal object,
Laughing is useless, yet a small chuckle sounds from my throat,
so distant to my ears, so unfitting,
And no matter how many times I would repeat this,
each time I could not match the image with the sound.
This time I let my eyes focus on the doppelganger,
the pretended me,
This was not me for I remember "me" very well,
and she was never this.
a smile welcomes onto my lips,
and the reflection curves her lips into a smile also,
mimicking perfectly to the point of mockery.
Mesmerised by this I never hear the ticking of the clock,
yet I am aware of it by sixth sence,
The time pulls me away, so ironic,
as the time has caused this phantasm in the first place.
Drawn away I click the switch and let the darkness engulf my body once more,
I feel my way back into my comfortable lair of dreams,
Midnight has long passed,
now it was the time for the reflection to return to it's ordinary, flawed nature.
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