Pain In The Glass

The mirror is bleeding…

It cries out at the distortion of truth…

“Look  in  me! Look in me!” it wails…

...but the conjurors continue conjecturing,

painting what’s already there with overlay

of lies,  Oz illusions, fantastic fabricated

distractions, mental manipulations, colorful

confections, anything they can get their

deluded hands on to bias perception….

‘til mirror shatters screams of shards

that emanate from the last true hearts

and send their clarity streaming to the stars.