On the counter
Perched and staring
Filled with wonder
Fixated on the dark pools
Eyes wide
A reflection gazing back
Admiring
An endless mirer
Falling into itself
Into that inner world
A Fibonacci Sequence composed of self
Spiraling fractals of existence
Constellations of being
Ohhhh – beautiful! This poem draws us into the endless layers of self-awareness and reflection within the mirror. Your phrase ‘A Fibonacci sequence composed of self’ is just perfect – echoing those multifarious layers. You’ve dealt with a really difficult concept really deftly and beautifully!