the reflection is you, liquified, but
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
the image is behind your eyes, after all
it is as close to you as your own skin
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
an invader always light-seconds behind
it is as close to you as your own skin
never farther than your heated blood
an invader always light-seconds behind
the reflection is you, liquified
never farther than your heated blood
the image is behind your eyes, after all
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Words and Feathers 