Reflection Of Time Poem by JJ Evendon

A mirror -
slightly tilted -
hangs on my wall.
It's made from the tail of a passing comet
in the year of a Blue moon.
Within its polished surface
swirls of coloured lights
conducted, it would seem,
by the twinkling of stars

I see an image in the mirror
not one, but countless.
Each gets smaller and more distant than the first
until, eventually, they disappear to a point -
the point of infinity.
I peel away the point
only to see another.

This creation of illusion
questions the singularity of my existence.
Is all that I see real
or, am I part reality, part illusion?

I lean forward and peer closer
trying to see through the reflection.
Instead, I'm sucked in
and turn into this creator of images.
I feel no pain,
only a sensation of 'being'.
Who I am, is discerned by Time.
For now, I see a world askew
that hangs by a thread on a point
where infinity will always be found.