NOX AND CHANCE: Mirrors

 

“Mirrors, mirrors.”
A steady voice knocks at ears.

“Sunlight!! Symmetry!!”

The hopeful one rings.

“Give it a chance.”
The shops are shining,

Hills are whining,

Night is dying.

Morning

..Mourning..

Says hello,

While, hands in pockets,

Anger shouts,

“What is this place??
Why am I here??

The sunlight, near,

Fractures ears!!”

Still knocking at

A willing sir,

He wallows.

“Blast!!” shouts he.

 

“Buy this one, sir. Get this one!!”
The woman with a mirror sings.

“Surely you want this one!!”

Close to bursting,

BURSTING,

Gleaming,

Aghast, he draws away.

The glad one takes him

By the arm,

Beaming at a candle shop.

“Won’t you, can’t you

Take thy hope??”

He closes eyes, the drab one

Surely.

“Silence these

Mindful mutants,

For only I am that.

Thus, silence must I

To myself.”

Chance beams,

Chance leans

Toward the waxen shop.

Dreary still

His friend –not anew-

Peers toward the ground…

Askew.