Tunnel seems so long
touching the bottom
a slim reflexion
punctured my vision
i didn't notice
beside the last door
standing on nothing
there was a mirror
Even inside...scrutinized
i am, he is, the face i hate
refracting cells and prismed self
who's x who's y in a blank place
i can't believe this is my image
like the mirror without a frame
Baring a scarred side
open in daylight
recoil and reply
farside of my pride
the introspection
ruptures the blood core
magnification
draws out the mirror
seeking me out
what will he find?
I am, he is, a repugnant state
i can't shake this curiosity
my privacy starts to fade
i can't believe this is my image
like the mirror
A polar exchange
he gloating over my fleeting image
he used to be me
he knows who is free
how long will i wait...here
stuck in this void place...here
i can't believe i am the immage
within the mirror
into the chrome lake
the glass is broken
but i look the same