THIS IS A POEM ABOUT REFLECTIONS 3.9.17

Your reflection is a lie. Whether in glass or in the eyes of others, it is never the same twice, and so it is a lie. Even when it is a lie, which it always is, it is also always true, because it is observable. It is always true and always a lie, and it is everywhere, always, in glass, in the eyes of the others, in yours and others’ minds, in the light that drifts on breathable air. You are everywhere, because you are here and you have a reflection, and you are nowhere because that reflection is gone just as soon as it was here, and it is a lie.

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