If I ever see my eyes again,
I will lean and look beneath their gaze,
Beyond that hollow guiltless façade--
the flaunted gap between knowledge
and the illusion of it;
I suspect I will cringe or pose unnerved,
juxtaposed with reason and sense
But, how else will I know for sure,
when my mirror has, not one,
but many faces?
I will lean and look beneath their gaze,
Beyond that hollow guiltless façade--
the flaunted gap between knowledge
and the illusion of it;
I suspect I will cringe or pose unnerved,
juxtaposed with reason and sense
But, how else will I know for sure,
when my mirror has, not one,
but many faces?
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