All Done By Mirrors - Poem by Brian Taylor
One man’s yesterday
is another man’s magic theatre.
He creates the past
he thinks he had
which shows that things weren’t so bad
(or even a little better) .
He stretches and bends time and space
and smooths the contours of each face,
the beautiful and the ugly,
to make or mould or find
a glove which fits more snugly
the deformed fist in his mind.
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