shimmers dancing in the
fading glass
clear as can be
reflecting and distorting
the world over
until the trail of bread crumbs lies in
all directions

the distance between
must be observed
lest all my fears and dreams vanish
in plain sight
and all that is
left
is myself

for a fleeting moment
they are in my grasp
until I reach
met by the cold hard realization
of opposing truths
not
in conflict

seeing through reflections
upon reflections
upon reflections