Kamaskera The Balanced Glass

The room is still. Each glass returns
Exactly what I give — no lag, no drift
For once the angles match, the frames agree
Each self I am moves with me, not against

No noise behind the silver, no delay
No ghost of someone else's afternoon
The mirrors hold one woman and one world
The rarest of arrangements — all in tune

I can see them — all the corridors at once
Every door I chose and every door I didn't
The light falls equal and the glass is clear
And what I see is everything

Every glass agrees
Every glass agrees
For one breath the world is only this —
Every glass agrees

The angle shifts. A fraction — barely there
But one reflection turns her head too late
The strings unspool, the corridors go dark
And I am several people, out of phase

The light divides — one half already spring
The other still remembering the poise
I watch my selves resume their separate ways
Each mirror filling up with different noise

At the still point I saw this -
Every version heard the phone
Every timeline got the call
The same voice, the same advice, the same unknown

Every glass agrees
Every glass agrees
For one breath the world was only this —
Every glass agrees