To my Self

[Am I A Poet?]

At that point in the poem, the idea is that my narrative voice still believes that the mirror is also a glass that you can see through to some factual referent, even if what he sees is an inaccurate depiction of the external world. This optimism falters in the end (much like the "we" / "I" confusion).

It seems, from the apt critiques both of you have offered, that my difficulty in accurately expressing my meaning prevents effects that sound clever to me from being anything other than confusing and inaccurate images.

Thanks for pointing out my clumsiness guys, constructive criticism is why I'm here