The False Sonnet

After “The False Mirror”, Rene Magritte, 1928

In your eyes, a three-dimensional sky

where cotton candy clouds sweep slowly by.

Behind an oculus and opaque dot

a perfectly small sticker placed on top.

An asterisk, painted to lead astray,

that points elsewhere on your body to say:

“I am lashless, inelegant, a cheat,

my existence justified by deceit”.

Mechanisms choosing their own silence,

observed and observing, wrought with distance.

What waits behind anatomical veils?

Dozens of lies, catching wind in the sails.

Through the windows dark clouds sweep slowly by.

In your eyes, a three-dimensional sky.