Mirror Maids Fixated Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Mirror Mirror in my hand
who is the fairest in the land?
Asks all the worshipper, mirror queens;
female or male, star fame, gazer machines?

Worshipping reflections, is staple, of their routines;
same scene, serene repeated, until it seems obscene?
Mind projections circumvene, immense ego, onto silver screen;
plastic surgery, expensive cosmetics, consequences not unforeseen.

Inherent, pinball nightmare, or healthy teen;
fame idol, want to be wealthy, golden dream?


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