Dancing
With the Mirror
Dancing with the mirror
Imagining
there’s a beat …
Spinning
to the silence
I
stumble on my own feet
Posing
with the mirror
Snapping
pictures of myself
Posting
to the hundreds
On
the virtual shelf –
Blowing
out candles with lucid whispers
Behind
the graffiti-walls of crowded subways
Building
a public library
Filled
with blurry negatives
Wishing
the film in reverse
Swimming
in pseudo-sedatives
Dancing
with the mirror
In
an echo of si-silence
Gripping
my partner tightly
The
life drips from my hands –
Abandoned
hallways, corners and facades
Screaming
skyward – piercing spotlights
Dancing
with the mirror
I
see a second reflection
A
face without judgment …
…
accept this new connection
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