Ripples

Ice blue liquid glass

Calm and undisturbed 

A blank being 

Lacking the understanding of originality

Dittoing 

Borrowing any beauty in reach 

To project as its own

      

Its only when the still water is disturbed 

And ripples of energy

Barreling towards infinity

Gliding across the surface

Fragmenting the illusion 

Muddle the silky substances exterior

That you can see which landscape

Is solid 


A man I respect 

Said a few words to me

That shook my core 

That resonated with exactly what I was suspecting 


Now

When I look in the mirror

I find that

Something isn’t what it appears to be



I dive deeper

Into the ice blue glass

Emitting small waves as I enter

The silk surface

Begins to fluctuate

distorting the illusion it holds


something is rippling 


But I am already in the water

And I can’t tell if it’s *me*

Or the dead eyed image 

Peering back

From the cold dead sea

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