Peering into
the carnival mirror
seeing a warped image
feeling inferior
Convex
Concave
I flex
I wave
and with an assemblage
from behind
of different angles
and heights
gazing
and evaluating
judging
and gauging
my reflections
versions
perversions
entrapped
in an a plethora
of illusions
in the eye
of minds
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