Deep into the night
The mirror becomes a corridor
Full of darkness and shadows
Inviting you to follow them
Suavely beckoning
Leading you in the unknown
The invitation is there
The door is open
Be brave and step in
There's a glimmer of light
Slowly a room takes shape
From that nether symmetrical world
But is it real this virtual reflected image?
Where does it start, where does it stops?
Your brain may rationalise
The hazy rising mist
Tangibility has morphed to fuzziness
In the surrounding greyness
The loss of depth and colour
Has added a weird new world .
Lucette C. Bailliet
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