Imagine a reflection for a moment

Not for any a priori reason of sort.

What is this portrait?

This miraculous sculpture,

A semiosis in the form of its own

The faint window against our perception,

Is but, a pathway to the past,

The present and the future.

Although abstract, its purpose suggest

That we sometimes gaze through it

To gain a better understanding in life.

It is an opening device

To our freedoms and temptations

A snap shot; if you would,

Of a virtual reality that exist in our lives

Despite its unbiased views.

We rely on its emotional dexterity

To navigate our pretentious faults

And once tainted by the persistence

That inevitability manifest

No blood rite will anoint its indiscretions.

For it alone, is my optical sphere,

My wind eye to the rest of the world.