Mirror, Provocatuer

Acuity's sweetheart, without a peep what whole

to picture reflect you.

Black hole gone white...you consume all put to

you.

Unwavering stare ad nauseum--great gatherer

of last nerves.

Your only sentiment an unnerving one.

As per second guess, images donned their

reality within your confines...their dead end of

your wide open.

Grey skies of a luminous latency, frozen lakes,

serrated knives, sentient fog--smack of you.

Timeless conversation piece on reserve for what

thing may look into you.

How can something so crystal clear be so cut off?

Your desensitization was fashioned darkly--that

pained slip...that recoil of what you reflect.

More final than the wall hang you as to eclipse.

You belong shut in a dark musty closet, or the

cobweb corner of an attic.

Clearly...you do not merit the light of day...it's fire

to brush.

Konstantinos Mark

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