In the bedroom of mirrors,
you see yourself as others see you.
There’s no hiding there.
Not in any era.
Your past is etched clearly in every
wrinkle and sinew of your
reflected skin
and there in the infinity
of reflection on reflection on reflection
is every aspect of your future
laid bare before the world
to which you belong.
The present, frozen as a picture
reminding you what is possible
and what is now gone.
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Gary Boswell
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