Mirrorage

Today is like any other day.

Fantastic things, never seen before,

Never thought of,

Will bubble to the surface of consciousness.

Or so we think.

And the improbable things,

that break how the machine works,

Won’t snare the gears.

It’ll just be our minds.

Stumbling, pointing at the mirror, asking,

“Who?” and “How?”

Like a cat

Stalking the familiar stranger.