Looking Glass

A mirror that captures

the eyes that identify,

and cuts the hands

of those who try to hold it up,

obscured with the breath

of words that name it

and streaked with tears

of those who think it real.

When facing pain it is pain.

When facing joy it is joy.

When facing the heavens

space fills it with the vast

emptiness of what is

and left alone,

the self

is a reflection.