Blue Box

Blue box

In the still life reflected the dead and the living 
Both shine in the eternity of time 
But the physical semblance of the inanimate apple 
Allies with the treachery of the seizing hand 

In that instant of deluded vision 
Is it me or something else in the mirror ? 
My share in the seeming image might be yours 
Can you see thy mind on the photo ? 

Poser to mankind, things and objects 
Man can never know what he looks like 
Unless he looks inside the blue box beyond 
The eternal appearance of the Dead 
Alive long after you have passed and shined.