This isn’t just a poem.
There’s a mode of thought
in which you achieve an illusory perspective
where that light you’ve seen in the back of your head
shines through a hall of mirrors like you’ve never seen
Although these interweaving panes of light
may seem disperse
they sometimes aim
revealing faces
dreams
desires
so vividly
the conquests, lies and indiscretions
lay bare
for all to see