Oddity’s Seeing Glass

I see myself
as clones in gauzy shimmers;
yet another reflection of me
echoing a parody of impressions.

I turn away from this mimicry
and there I am, replicated again.
My counterpart is weeping. How
(Pathetic.) curious, my cheeks are dry.

Another swivel, duplicated later,
I am laughing silently…
…a parallel other, shivering, perhaps.
Goosebumps reverberate on tepid skin.

Polished metal dancing – a sign. –
(Obviously.) Time to go.
A partial pivot’s spin
turns to an accidental pirouette.

I see myself gripping
(A resemblance.) a ticket.
One short, deft rip thereafter,
the gatekeeper ushers my imitation – past. –

Carnival Attraction Prompt: #3 Hall of Mirrors