Depth Within Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

A person is captured alive, sighted in this clear picture; viewed in those slides, it is them with another figure: completely combined as sure twins, there is one all physical, reflecting as a real seen other.

Two sides of one person see apart, that do confront, in cuts viewed in set clips, mocking their own image self solely: illustrating times of rage, providing an illusion of mirage.

Pals sit in front of one another, eating a delicious hot meal; in this coexistence they live, not any felt physical touching between them: seal this dramatic ordeal, and this cross reality.

Their bedroom secrets inside are both known, they fill up the large spaces, switch therein zoom life, being prior to light on, vanishing in total dark gloom in the company of a friend.

Not having any concerns about this either; privacy that's taken debated, face to face, given bad things, it put by each other: view their lives alone this lad lesser times joy.

They're both there in the bathroom frowning, seated in a hush, honking, crying out, peering eyes level up, in sudden rush efforts: both to clean themselves, pondering why, stool suddenly, prior to the water flush.

Companions, only facing in front of each other in a glass mirror, exists a viewed page, played at times; both reflections yield one twin image, share their actions; be apart from the other, independent.