“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Thursday, October 17, 2019
Mirroring matter
Mirrors may make us
uncomfortable
because they are not-
omni-perspective-or
All
of view.
Things like this,
that seem to be
merely a reflective signal
may not be observed actively
holding and casting light.
Some of us,
completely visible to some others,
may be seen through and seem
somewhat scared of such spontaneous
reflections
that move like we do when we
go about
Being.
We need to be shown
how to hold ourselves
together in order
to be taken in
without seeming to fall apart
or over refract-and distort
such as you noticing yourself
between all things and still
yet unable to divide photons
by four dimensions
or separate yourself
from what is behind you.
Painting by Pierre Bonard, 'Mirror on the wash stand' c. 1908, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
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