(Inspired by and written to Tracey)
Am I as lifeless as the image
That dances before me,
Within its two-dimensional bonds
Of height and width?
Or does it ask the same questions
As it stares through this portal of glass,
Breathing and thinking in a world
That also offers depth and duration?
Which of us is the corpus
And which the reflection?
When we part company,
Who moves first?
And if I smash the glass,
Which of us ceases to exist,
Except in the multitude of shards
That fall to Earth?
(Images are property of owners and upon reflection, are used here without permission.)
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