Depth Within Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

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

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

Pals sit in front of one another, eating a 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 are both known, they fill up the large spaces, therein zoom life, switch being prior.to light on, vanishing in total dark gloom his company of a friend.

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

Bathroom they're both frowning, seated in a hush, honks crying out, peering eyes level up, in rush efforts: both to clean themselves, ask why, stool suddenly, prior to the water flush.

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