Reflective surfaces

Each of us
a reflective surface:
I reflect what you project
and all that stands behind you
and what you see
looking at me
is partially obscured
by that confusion.
And did you notice
that the pieces of me
that seem to intrigue you the most
are those unexpected planes
that shift to reveal
some part of you
you don't quite understand?
There is a sense of recognition
mixed with a wondering
that draws you closer in:
will you then back away
once its origin
comes clear?


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