MIRROR

I am space but only in your mind.
No illusion either
For even an image exists somewhere.
I glare at the heart of darkness
Or light with equal passion.

Without me, you do not know you are,
Whether I am in your wall or brain.
I hide in the serenity of lakes or eyes
But my favorite haunt is consciousness.

You may be aware that you are aware
Or aware that you are not.
You may see your I
Reflecting upon itself. That projection
Is mine.

With me, you are split in many halves,
Reflection upon reflection, face piled on face.
I am the god of multiple personalities,
The patron saint of schizophrenics.
Even the so-called sane
Shudder to stare in my eyes.

It can get confusing.
Two mirrors facing each other
Can create infinite reflections.
Then who are you or who am I?

I am endlessly multiplying space
Facing itself.
Then, someday, watching, you grow tired and awake,
And smash my face in your head.
Without a thought, without so much
As moving a finger.

And I am gone like a sigh
In the breeze.
A million splinters, gleaming, disappear in the light.

Then the space in your mind is released,
Uncoiled, limitless, free.
My work is done.