(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?
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