Frozen
Frozen.
Frozen
reflections.
What’s
looking
back?
How many
mirrors?
Seeing what
appears
to be.
Mist
in the
void.
Populated.
Spirts,
infinitely
so.
Fluctuations.
Ripples
within.
Echos
of futures
past.
Behind
the
looking
glass.
Magic’s
conjured.
Uncertainty
flourishes,
prevails.
All paths
followed,
possibilities
played out.
Nothing
is as it
seems.
Realities
happenstance,
frozen
in place.
Eternally.
