Summary: A musing about a mirror and the self. | Word Count: 76
Liquid silver shining time immortal, behold this light that shows a depth reversed.
Bending into something bizarre I see myself in a parallel world, they know nothing else but the other side.
I feel only myself on this side.
Living this jagged existence, it is so smooth when reflected.
I gaze at that which is true, yet I fall deeper in distortion looking at it.
I wonder if this side is any better than the other?
Off Beat Off Kilter 