Literalists find metaphors uncomfortable
Challenging mismatched images
Unable to see nuanced shimmers of halfway truths
Sadly frustrated by surreal representations of imagination
Hyperrealism is what they crave
Black and white
Honest transparency
Simplicity
Mirrored reflections of reality
But my reality is skewed and oblique
My mirrors were stolen from a midway’s funhouse
Making the fat thin and the thin fat
What you see is not what you get
And it turns out that life is so complex
Complicated
Mysterious
Weird, even
So in order to sneak up on a truth or a perception
A little gentle deception is a benediction
Bending life’s reflections around dark corners
Twisting truth into a Möbius strip
A single edge and a lonely surface
Masquerading as infinity
David Trudel © 2013
I like your funhouse mirror writing. It is not even backwards. Just delightfully skewed.