I rise
like the Phoenix
only to die again
several times.
Images rule
but mirrors are obsolete.
My form melts
To create several new shapes
until I do not
recognize myself.
Vision is a relic of the past
fluidity, the new concrete.
I saw influence
giving way to manipulation
and diplomacy
to multiple-speak.
If sensitivity is dead
Why did I learn etiquette?
The subtlety of my existence
acquires new dimensions
in absence of boundaries
to confine growth.
I move beyond myself, to see
where the auras meet.
Inspired by the prompt at #writephoto by Sue Vincent
Creative Experiments and More 
Beautiful. I like the reference to a melting evolution..like a kiln, and alchemy.
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Thanks.
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Nice.
Our perception of ourselves inevitably changes just as our inner and outer selves.
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Magic mirrors create myths. Unless one is a narcissist, reflections often create discomfort. Philosophy and literature were invented to give solace.
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A journey many take.
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Yes. All of us.
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