Reflections Stored in Sealed Containers

Keep your mirrors away from light.

The mirror that reflects nothing

Is not some portal to step through.

You can’t spot its approach at night.

There’s no form of yours to spook you

By seeming to rise from its depths,

Only edges and planes of glass.

Night needs no trompe l’oeil to fool you.

Think about what reflection does,

Dissipation at a distance.

Surface is what you should hold close

To not stumble over what was.

If the slightest wavering falls,

Your reflections come back as ghosts.

Come to think of it, keep this stored

Some way you won’t reflect at all.