I look out of the mirror
see myself,
looking into the mirror staring at me.
But I only see images on both sides,
I cannot find my soul
at either end
there are hollow marrowless bones, sponge stuffed rag dolls,
they are not me.
That child at heart, god at soul
has fossilized,
moulted into a reflection.
I’m just a clone, an impression
not me anymore,
I’m not real.