Mirror Ensemble (Part 3 of 7) by Nachtmystique, literature
Literature
Mirror Ensemble (Part 3 of 7)
So distorted is the entanglement between me and I,
A duality that thrives in its inconsistency,
All reflections take their jagged sides,
A balance whose fulcrum is vague and obscured.
I remove the systemic I,
A split to set apart audience and stage,
A divisive action against the vacillating mind,
One more participant in the bloody ritual,
I, the sum of all my reflections,
I, a lone spectator to the million wars,
Thought against thought,
Effect against effect,
Cataclysms that celebrate the great tearing,
The dust is all embracing,
All waters are forever muddied,
Vengeful reflections tear at each other,
Such grace and eloquence
Mirror Ensemble (Part 2 of 7) by Nachtmystique, literature
Literature
Mirror Ensemble (Part 2 of 7)
Suspended in some dark corner of this shell,
Between multiple mirrors that blind my reason,
I, their creator, am the focal point.
Every mirror shines in its proud stance,
Silent monuments in a pensive world,
The degrees of their differences incredibly variant,
Carefully aligned to direct my mind's light.
Thoughts bounce off their radiant surfaces,
Reflections are thrown into indefinite space,
Inanimate forms that grow sentient on inception,
Each a replica of my psyche,
Born to restore some sense of purpose,
A longing to see simple answers again,
I weakly place my trust on these brothers,
Demagogues that adopt various ideologies,
Mirror Ensemble (Part 1 of 7) by Nachtmystique, literature
Literature
Mirror Ensemble (Part 1 of 7)
I am the atom of my mind,
The axiom of the universe within,
And hence the universe without.
I direct the light outside inwards,
Thought molecules enter the arena of my mind,
The tiny units collide in this medium,
I watch as collateral debris combine to form ideology,
Smaller pieces disappear as dogma,
A vibrant colloid of thought and thesis is my center,
My psyche sustained by these ideology compounds,
Little cogs to move a perfect clockwork,
New principles attached to my external acts,
My world recycled by my mind,
Beautiful patterns woven by clear process,
A simple system thus devoid of any anomaly.
But now, deviant forces e
Mirror Ensemble (Part 3 of 7) by Nachtmystique, literature
Literature
Mirror Ensemble (Part 3 of 7)
So distorted is the entanglement between me and I,
A duality that thrives in its inconsistency,
All reflections take their jagged sides,
A balance whose fulcrum is vague and obscured.
I remove the systemic I,
A split to set apart audience and stage,
A divisive action against the vacillating mind,
One more participant in the bloody ritual,
I, the sum of all my reflections,
I, a lone spectator to the million wars,
Thought against thought,
Effect against effect,
Cataclysms that celebrate the great tearing,
The dust is all embracing,
All waters are forever muddied,
Vengeful reflections tear at each other,
Such grace and eloquence
Mirror Ensemble (Part 2 of 7) by Nachtmystique, literature
Literature
Mirror Ensemble (Part 2 of 7)
Suspended in some dark corner of this shell,
Between multiple mirrors that blind my reason,
I, their creator, am the focal point.
Every mirror shines in its proud stance,
Silent monuments in a pensive world,
The degrees of their differences incredibly variant,
Carefully aligned to direct my mind's light.
Thoughts bounce off their radiant surfaces,
Reflections are thrown into indefinite space,
Inanimate forms that grow sentient on inception,
Each a replica of my psyche,
Born to restore some sense of purpose,
A longing to see simple answers again,
I weakly place my trust on these brothers,
Demagogues that adopt various ideologies,
Mirror Ensemble (Part 1 of 7) by Nachtmystique, literature
Literature
Mirror Ensemble (Part 1 of 7)
I am the atom of my mind,
The axiom of the universe within,
And hence the universe without.
I direct the light outside inwards,
Thought molecules enter the arena of my mind,
The tiny units collide in this medium,
I watch as collateral debris combine to form ideology,
Smaller pieces disappear as dogma,
A vibrant colloid of thought and thesis is my center,
My psyche sustained by these ideology compounds,
Little cogs to move a perfect clockwork,
New principles attached to my external acts,
My world recycled by my mind,
Beautiful patterns woven by clear process,
A simple system thus devoid of any anomaly.
But now, deviant forces e