Haze

As the reflection tolls upon oneself 
It is but a mere blur of reality
Continually haunting of what could be
Settling on a taunting still mirror 
Respectively attacking a distilled image 
Realizing the disappointment of what  we could never see 
The sheering sketched shape shadowed by the man made object
Limited to only a facade 
That even with eternal experience 
The dwindling act of notice 
Pierces the everlasting duality