Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Mirror, mirror

You are mirrored
me
I am mirrored
you
different
but the same
somehow
I hear your words
I cringe
you hear mine
you retaliate
not hearing
never hearing
what I say
what you say
battle fronts
raised to limitless heights
inpenetrable
thick with scrub
foliage of difference
tearing down the leaves
one by one
takes so much time
time passes
mirror image
you
me
not so mirrored any more
until the final front is lowered
and I see you
you see me
and cognisance
startles us both
we were never the same

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