A Hall of Mirrors
ill conceived
With dark reflections
to deceive
From front or back
and side to side
Each look impounds
what time proscribes
Were you looking in
or looking out
When Alice voiced
her final shout
A dozen clonings
a thousand views
The glass your jailer
— in silver hues
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2025 10:16
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Comments3
Deeper than the surface of the mirror and in greater multitude than its reflections a deep poem for reflection
Glad it resonated, thanks.
Excellent write Kurt
Thanks again, Tony.
You're welcome
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