How To Scold A Mirror

Time to have a chat with your mirror
Through speech-less and more leveled gaze
Letting it subtly sit beside thought
To hit deeper than skin-talk, and say
That luminous flaws aren't your fault
That glass content ought not to contest you
Nor judge your character
Having turned its back, to face you with film
That cowardice is sin
And that having you stare yourself to nothing
Is best an inflated, weightless tactic
Of war with the helpless
That gazing games aren't played by oneself
And that rapport is more
Than resonance of tongues to be swallowed and spat
Like brick-wall commands
That eons could pass
Somewhere between light-beams leaving your iris
And the image
And back
And how everything between is emptiness
And how quietly you question this;
How long is a second, nanoscaled?
And is space an illusion?
And how you might change before replies are relayed
To expired enquiries of who you are
From whence you came
And from hence your state...
To render them irrelevant
To question your relevance
To make relevance irrelevant
To move on at once
Leaving only an image
To end an argument with, and of
Yourself
As nomads do.