Maskelyne's Last Assistant

It's a trick of the might - be;
maybe
you look in the mirror
and seem
younger somehow; less
cynical.

Or it's a sleight of mind
- your own
misdirection as you
conjure
love from the dwindling sand
in your glass.

And the smoke in that mirror
conceals
lonely desperation;
the flash
and bang of the physical
hides the truth.