Mirrors Poem by Micah Krahn

Reflections of a past unknown are yet, better kept in an illusion of the future day's present.

Of what is this am I to look at? From reflecting glimmers to clear silver shimmers
mirrored souls beyond my window; are shattered within my eyes of glass.

whose clone is this, I cannot identify a mirage impersonates my soul by multiply

Subtract this moment of doubtful activity when my mind distracts optical illusion.

What sorcery is this how quaint and odd. To form a perfect mockery of exact proportions.

Calculating how to add this up. Scarcely cannot seem to conclude that demons and angels; of many I cannot count

Are fighting their battles around me in hand; though invisible to me I cannot comprehend.

what gadgetry is this I cannot believe. Is it real or is it a disease.

What marvelous chameleon is this, bewilderment unravels revealing this obvious gadget of ghostly glass

For without this mystical tool of wonder, none can witness no supernatural obscenities.

Then I ponder at this instant time travel thing mimicking of my slightest movements, and again with lightning speed, the more i become puzzled at what it is.

who do i see? what do i see? who do you see when you look into my silver soul of gadgetry? No answers can contest of what is fascination this, no one but I can ponder up a name for this wizardry of who came before me and gifted me this wonderful exhibit of mastery.


May 19,2013