once the gaussian blur has dissipated
i can stand next to the edge of this mirror:
comparing each side,
in this spectral, unnatural moment.
you existed upon only one side:
you were but the myth
of my own making,
from the other.
ah, but so goes the paradox:
if it was I who made the myth,
ostensibly, I became as such, your creator.
without the myth
what else could you have possibly been?
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