Nails, Eyes and Mirror

These nails are torn
Peeling your characters.
That you’re unlimited
Has dipped me in
Soup of paradox
Whose extremes don’t follow physics law.

These eyes are blurred
Scrutinising your characters.
That you’re detailed
Has distracted me in
Spectrum of colours
Whose pixels don’t show readable frequency.

There’s a place though
Where phenomena are sensed
Clearly by a mirror
Showing real shadow, same size, same distance—
Screenshots don’t apply,
All are mentally captured.

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