Mirror, a poem I wrote to honor my friend, Thomas Penick, aka dadhiltonmps. It was inspired by a short experimental film, Aye Stalkeen, he posted to YouTube. You can find the film here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUJLc4PPRVQ
Here is the poem.
I stand before a funhouse mirror and see in crystalline depth
Myself receding endlessly. But I am never kept
Within refractive worlds apart from what I know to be.
'tis only image, not myself, in lurking symmetry.
It is not truth that wakes behind the simple silvered glass.
I know this, for but moments past stood here a dark-haired lass,
Who paused to gaze into the false reflections of her face,
Then wandered on, and left the mirror a stark and empty place.
I cannot hold the image that once lived within the pane.
Though with all my heart I'd like to, it is not her true domain.