As I was reading myself to read the poem, looking at your picture, I was thinking you have an eerie kind of beauty, without knowing exactly what the word eerie means as it happens to me often, but knowing the word beauty, and then the poem, somehow levitating in existence, in the corners of reality, tangibly connecting with the reader across ether and space, the apparition that we are to each other, the mirror we seek to be reflected upon, only to be ourselves apparitions.

Beautiful

Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

Pablo