……it gives depth and makes my room look bigger, go figure. It gives the illusion of fusion from one space to another, even if it’s the same place it adds grace. I move through the room with haste, and momentarily I’m confused thinking I’m in a much larger place. I subconsciously ignore the other me while it flees, it’s just a tease but it goes ignored with ease when I want to add to my delusion of a much grander space. A large mirror on my wall doubles the number of people in any given room, I presume a party has started, everyone arrives at the same time through a different but similar door, on similar floors around similar decors, no need for a tour. The ancients would have thought it was some sort of dark magic, it would have been tragic, to see themselves move to the left or right, they would have jumped out their shaft-sheaths and sandals and took flight, adding a few inches to their height, pushing through crowds with all their might, the whole scene would have been out of sight, but there isn’t a total disconnect cause sometimes I wait for my reflection to move without my influence, I don’t know why, I just do it.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 17th, 2022 12:34
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Comments1
we have rivers before mirrors
and Narcissus's myth
before, selfies..
we, think
our generation's, aspirations
are unique
but that feeling of removed - connections
with that sense of self, is a theme
that's been prevalent
since the beginning of time..
so i think
it's ok, if sometimes
we look for more
and hope, for something magical
to grace our lives..
(sorry for waffling on
but I connected with your words
and couldn't help myself)
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
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