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Written 11 years ago by a strange fellow who passed away some time ago. Not many understood him but he was a brilliant mind. Shame. In honour of a man i once new. RiP Nerada.

Maze of mirrors
amazing room of mirrors.
Illusion of infinite space
space of infinite illusion.
Distorted smiley face
a place of eternal confusion.
The vanity mirror reveals
an ominous identity crisis.
The narcissistic reflecting pool
labyrinth of inherent reflection.
A clown, jester and the cosmic fool
the glass of intrinsic deception.
A mirage of mirrors smashes
through the looking glass
into the doors of perception.
Ontological confrontations
followed by intense introspection.
Who is that poser in the mirror?
perhaps it’s my evil twin.
He smugly scorns and mocks me so
with a smirk and sinister grin.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Simbles! :)

This was a fun read. I wonder, where is the entropy in reflection, and can it just go on forever?

[Simbles]

Well if you consider that change is a constant becoming aware of the unpredictability is only constantly giving you new realisations which forever change as you become aware of them. As they completely unpredictable it will, I think you'll find, have you make realisations that you could have never planned for forcing your perspective to accept things that couldn't possibly be pre meditated