As I framed my thumbs and scanned the room
I happened upon a vanity mirror
I moved my hands closer for imagined zoom
The returning picture crystal clear

As I approached the frame with my own
I happened upon my face reflected
Not the whole, but a section shown
Almost like the rest rejected

As I looked upon this piece of myself
I happened upon inconsistency
My inquisitive expression in and of itself
Contorted my face asymmetrically

As I viewed my double within the veined frame
I happened upon the reality
Every observation's result was the same
The less I saw, the more I could see

As I stepped back and sat on the bed
I happened upon the curious truth
With squared-off hands bordering around my head
Just who was reflecting who