Revelations

It whiffles away like a soft whimper,
An unsightly display
Born of delusion.

Rippling cracks across the glass reveal
The mirrors within the mirror,
Other perspectives:

A fragmentary existence,
Each piece reflecting a different nature
Of the all-encompassing whole.

Shattered, but whole.

I was a terrible thing after all,
But I’ll wash my hands of those sordid affairs.
I’ve retired the role of the fool.

-k.r.r.