in the hall of mirrors: four

I would rather live in my head
than lay in your bed
for I know where I have been
and I know what I have seen
and the mirrors never lie
even when I command them to.
for light has its own order
and I have walked the border
between light and illusion
where we see what we want
and it will forever haunt
us, taunt us, with something
that was never really there
except in a chemical cascade
of firing neurons
like cannonades of broken glass
passing through us, shattered,
in the hall of mirrors.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.