￼ Gobbled moon wavers An undulating shadow Milk-white in charcoal
￼ World In reflection A better place Washed free of grime Sparkling
The eyes that watch me Nictate in albino snaps Mirrors do not lie
There was an indisputable truth to the fact he was an idiot. He could’ve denied it, couldn’t we all, but it would’ve availed him nothing. Some truths were irreconcilable and his was one. The man looked, acted and dressed the fool, thus was. That man in the mirror. That me.