Mocked by a carnival mirror,
a contortion cruel as doubt,
I wrecked the woozy image:
a snicker clinked out.
Mirrors on other walls
published the same burlesque face:
mirrors round, oval, and square
crackled in place.
I cached the winks of glass,
some sleight-of-self to reclaim,
but the kaleidoscope of shards
configured the same
punished reflections my eyes
reflectively defined—
glass that mirrored a face
that mirrored a mind.
William F Dougherty
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-glass-in-the-glass/
