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by Logan
Rated: E · Poetry · Friendship · #2167271
Who is hiding in the ripples of your hall of mirrors?
Looking Glass

A fear of being transparent,
with eyes misted, doubled and glazed
Mirrors contorted and twisted,
reflecting the doubts that I've raised

Housed in this hall of glass doorways,
where so precious few are allowed
With sand super heated and treated,
and truths in the grains disavowed

Truths that hide deep in the warping
… or the shallows for impromptu eyes
Eyes the glass wasn't prepared for,
perception, a scary surprise

Eyes that can see through the backing,
silver armour, set in place so long
Eyes that can read through distortions,
perceive where the weave has burnt wrong

Where contours sheath hidden treasures,
treasures thought unfit and wrong
Untouched by illusions and measures,
in ripples well crafted... thought strong

Like reflections, it's all an illusion,
glassine strength, strong, so hardened, so framed
Tin foil backed plate for protection,
so fragile, alone... and unclaimed

By sea grey blue eyes, we are tested,
some times it is harder to see
The subjects who should be invested,
reflected and trusted to be

An integral part of the image,
to see through illusions long raised,
Allayed fears of being transparent, with age,
with contentment found inside the glaze
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