Visage
A poem...
Reaching further inward
he stretched his eyes
to the mirror at the center
under the second dome
Delighting in his delphic duty
he reaches for his glimpse
but it is both too high
and too deep
He seeks a definition
in the image painted at the intersection
of infinite darkness and light
The mirror will deliver its truth
with its own hidden agenda
it shatters into a glittery dust
before he can steal his glance
He dances in the silver snow
peering into the tiny mirrors
to solve the impossible mystery
of being and not being