Mirror, wisely on the wall,
Not the features of Snow White I ponder-
Dare I trust your art at all,
That Narcissus captivate’ in 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 wracked.
God's pity! do have mercy, Master
If it’s platonic truth you're after.