Arrayed Poem by shimon weinroth

Reflection of reflection, reflects illusion
And the true
Shadows and rays of view
That can not quite go through

Second sight reflects itself
Ray of light of another media
Going through comes back to you
Train of thought, on a return ticket

Reflects, refracts shadows too

The ray of light
Illuminates the sight
Pysical knows what's true of you
Psyche knows what's true for you

On opening another folder in the computer