Images In The Mirrors
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Mirrors reflect my World Daily I look in them and see words on their pseudo paper: Ever since I succumbed to the glistening technology - those reflections are seen in any number of syllables. They are amalgamated by my brain - forecast rain, forecast pain, forecast the demise of places once thought totally invincible. And with them come sounds uttered by mouths out of sync with the reality of the scene. But they have sunk beneath their greed and their subjugation of anyone who dare to think a different or individual way; or breathed some foreign prayer to an alternate colored God; or felt the love of fellow men treated badly by a vicious system. I often ask myself why it is I do not think the same way as these false shaman of good? Had I not been sent away to boarding school when very young then I might have grown to mirror the thoughts and patterns of they who begot me more closely: instead I lived through formative years with alien ideals implanted in my virgin brain - ensuring I could never be the same and lived instead with constant friction. I spoke a foreign form of diction to even those who bore me. © Allen Ansell 2022, 2023
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