Beyond The Looking Glass

Beyond The Looking Glass short poem

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Though I clearly see
Paralleling traits,
Corresponding facets
Astonishingly quaint

This complex, albeit moving,
Prominent connection
Holds a minute blemish
Worthy of reflection.

Contrast, yes there’s one,
A distinction can be drawn,
For you’re rarely right,
While I’m never wrong!

Allow me, if you will,
Just one final venture,
Aside the playful banter
This afterthought, don’t censure.

Of different roles, diverse tasks
On dispersed, divided paths,
Thoughts are firmly fused
Beneath our layered masks

Yes, beyond the looking glass
Lies mystic, certain likeness
Disengaged, detached,
Yet bearing sharp resemblance.

A vision all-consuming
So strikingly familiar
Is seemingly my own
Essence fiercely mirrored.

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