Slip through the illusion
Passed the eccentric cupboard.
Discover a world like the other,
In reflection, a parallel life,
Mirrored - imagine to take half of one
And fifty percent of the other
To make unbreakable balanced whole.
What of the other halves?
Fractioned faction of fractured fractals.
Dimensionally damaged, to be destroyed?
Or locked within their pained pane?
Who's to choose who's to lose?
Leave brittle imitation behind the glass,
And stay a silvery amalgam as we are.
It's all surface anyway.
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