Reflecting or projecting

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This journey: only a perspective jaunt towards our vanishing points.

Staring contest. Who blinks first? Breaking the spell, connection dispersed.

Something’s not right, the face mirrored back’s a real sight.

Back to front, right is left, driving’s a complete mess.

This thin veil where both sides exist: nothing is real.

You walked straight forwards and disappeared into your own reflection.

The twin I am never without occasionally making an appearance.

Blurring what’s in front and behind, to a perfect palimpsest.

Fluctuating focuses hide what might, or might not, be there.

It’s likely not only projection that’s reflected in your direction.