One Poem by Natalie Williams

Mirrors and Tiles

For it seems the way
Of things;
To never see but always be seen;
In a moment,
Or in a dream.
Philosophy gets you
Like a broken thing.

Never quite knowing, this world
Is guided by animosity.
Ferociously it gives us
Tiles for mirrors,
And mirrors for tiles,
Yet all the while
We are misguided.

Out of stride
Damned and shaken,
We are bid and taken
By our fake eyes,
And ears, what we cannot
Should not, must not.
Do.

{Poem by Natalie Williams}