inside the mirrors' reflection the light where we were marvelling at the wonderment which is now so far and the mailman weilds his poison drops it in my vision for just no reason inside the mirrors' reflection a paradox of time the darkest invention of itself a missionary for the sun the offspring which does not shine the reverance which wasn't mine inside the mirrors' reflection the multiples of existence a copied world for the beloved and the belittled a portrait of hate a geometrical geography derived from fate to make of it what I want again and again a figment of reality which I cannot bend
Reason for writing:
I awoke this morning and looked into the mirror of mirrors
and wrote of the world within
Birth sign: Not entered
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