Broken Mirrors

It was an eclipsal revealing

The way the shadows moved in

Trapping life as we knew it

Under its blanket of fog

Like gasping butterflies caught

In a mason jar with no holes

The Truth as we lived it

Was inverted in a flash

I remember standing outside the bar

Watching the people as they hung

From steel boots linked to nothing

Except the inversion bed straps

Like sleeping bats stretching long

It was as though they were waiting

For their spines to straighten out

Or perhaps to find the path --

And as the winter grew warm

The frigid winds welcomed summer

Reality as we had created it

Was all along just a myth