Mirror, Mirror

           Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, wisely on the wall,
Are these the features of Snow White I ponder?
Dare I trust your art at all,
That did captivate Narcissus' wonder?

Easier are needles found in hay racks
Or to answer plainly in the way of mimes
Or bank accounts secure from cyber hacks
Or stony products fracture into primes
Than divest a man of his Illusion-
Rather shall a glass be cracked
Or closeted in dark seclusion 
Than upon that frame be racked;

God's pity! do have mercy, Master
If it’s platonic truth you're after.