What you see in the mirror

There is a face in the mirror, the face of a person,
Dark hair, green eyes, questioning expression.
The face has a name, every face has a name,
I know the name of that face.

Who are you? I ask anyway.
Who are you? the mirror image mimics mockingly.
I put my hand on my cheek,
More mimicry.

You are what you do.
Came the thought from me,
or from the man in the mirror?
You are what you do?

A pair of questioning green eyes
soul-windows,
crystalline,
a facet for every situation;
a reflection for every face.

A face with a name,
a man with mirrors for eyes,
a man whose identity is known,
to everyone but himself.

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About Fredrik Kayser

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