Blue box

In the still life reflected the dead and the living
Both shine in the eternity of time
But the physical semblance of the inanimate apple
Allies with the treachery of the seizing hand


In that instant of deluded vision
Is it me or something else in the mirror ?
My share in the seeming image might be yours
Can you see thy mind on the photo ?


Poser to mankind, things and objects
Man can never know what he looks like
Unless he looks inside the blue box beyond
The eternal appearance of the Dead
Alive long after you have passed and shined.