Mirror dance

A stately movement

Each partner matching exactly their steps

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An elaborate confection of choreographed synchronicity

Where is the reality?

A perfect reflection of a perfect reflection of a perfect reflection

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Somewhere the source of the move was lost, faded into antiquity

No one bothers to remember who mirrors whom

Is there even a difference anymore?

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Creativity falls by the wayside

Lost in the search for the ultimate facsimile

What matters the original? Copy the copy

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The dance goes on in endless perfection

No deviation from the steps

No change, no innovation

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It will go on forever

Repeating again and again

And never change until it dwindles into nothingness