I stared at myself
wondering what was there
wondering what could be there
wondering what others saw
when seeing what IS there
contemplating
nothing
but contemplating
my eyes dark
i stared
unconsciously i
went closer
closer
to the reflection
closer to my eyes
black hole grew
grew
grew dark and
my vision did not blur
opposite
focused
so much so that i was somewhere
else
i wasn't thinking
vision focused
mind blurred
i grew closer
went nearer to my self
out of the corner
corner of these eyes
my frown
my mouth
passive mouth
changed
grinning
sly intent
my face
now clear
new grin
shocked and shaken
refocus redim
was it my eyes catching more light
was it my sight
playing tricks
those tricks on me
or did i finally
really see
me
haha
scary movies
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Boo! I love the way you resolve this... the tension that builds and builds in thumbnail stanzas, as you get closer and closer to who you might be... till... THEN you want to reread it all in the light of the end!