Alice went through the looking glass
finding a different her on the other side.
My passages should be so direct
that an other was the only other of me.
Through life’s multi-faceted diamond
I travel, meeting others face to face,
never knowing from which plane which
me will emerge, as I’m just passing through,
It´s not like at the tailor shop, with
three obtusely-angled mirrors,
acutely reflecting multiple copies
of diminishing mes to infinity.
Emerging daily, totally inverted,
on another side of my diamond;
each time we meet, forced to reinvent
another me, or at least to introduce myself.
Each day I must decide through which
segment of my shattered character I shall pass.