Poem- “Another Shadow”

“Another Shadow”

A man looks into the mirror.

The reflection he has in the mirror isn’t him.

It’s a complicated shadow given power through light.

Even if he sees those brows, the reflection doesn’t feel like skin and hair.

When he touches the mirror all of the sensation of touch isn’t his touch.

There might be feelings after all the things missing in life.

Mirrors like this one can look like him without feeling like him.

Looks on the gaze of it appear distraught with false illusions.

Not to mention anything of it without cause.

But the stance behind a mirror is already a very biased position.

How could this little creature like him just stare at his self-copied illusion?

Feelings may give him a dramatic sense for a lie.

Nothing in the reflection is him- not hair, not head, not even his eyes.

So why does he say that “he” looks good in the mirror?

Does he think the illusion is the full-bodied existence of spirit?

Understanding is evolutionary on this point.

People weren’t born with mirrors.

Maybe there’s a good deal of drifting when it comes to personal touch.

Touch itself isn’t always touch- only a fool would differ from this metaphor.

Reflections may be the case of denial, punishment, and foolish creations.

Hey, the mirror isn’t made of skin, water, or blood from real humans.

Or if there’s a connection to real humans it’s something of an accident.

Animals can get suspicious of their own reflections.

Without identity there’s great suspicion against those illusions.

Google’s definitions of “suspicion” are conflicting ideas from within and without.

There’s a part of him in a mirror close to where he is.

If we set his mirror a thousand miles away from him, is it there?

Could this reflection of his even still exist?

And thus distance is a factor on the illusion of self.

Even singular points can revolve on missing links of the future.

We may feel touch from the glass without having touch back for it.

There’s light we can’t touch- distances and distances of foreign shadows.

Most shadows have no touch from me when I feel touched by them.

Darkness itself isn’t always touched.

My touch is seen and it’s not seen.

Something like this gives cause to psychosis when weight isn’t so desired.

Gravity can become disastrous for an individual’s tastes of absence.

Clothes are imagined, flesh is imagined, and there’s a cardinal mystery.

Would anybody count on this statement if his or her touch became vague?

Reality itself is naturally a general horizon with chosen fixations inside.

Later on or sooner, confusion has a forced error upon the missing touch.

An idea of “missing” something takes great quarters in animality.

Just insert the quarter and see if it’s still there out of gift and numbness.

He’ll walk away from the mirror for reflections that are eternal.

It’s existence out of vacuum- random, variable, and awfully stupid.

Such a man is so frail he can’t even brush his teeth without brushing hair, too.

Mirrors are invented liars of exaggerations made for precise ideals.

The moving image can simply be picturesque without any real details.

Materials without details are often called “details” without so much detail.

Could the man still walk in absence of knowledge?

Action can ruin itself from being action- limited experiences, huge ego.

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