I wanted to test the infinity offered
By opposing mirrors,
But no matter how deeply confronted
I never begun to
As you crashed out of one looking
Glass and took
The next reflection with you as you
Exited my plan.
Left with two hardboard backed
Picture frames, and
Holes where our fame had often
Aimed against itself,
I decided to retile them with images
From my box of looks,
But once booked the walls refused
To brook them.
With no space available I took the
Refurbished icons
To the attic; leaving them face to
Face forever, to stain
Age with their eternity and do the
Work of immortality
For me whilst I endeavoured to never
Be left again.
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