mirrors
turning into faces
within me unknown
illuminated mirrors of not that ancient God
or
strange curiosity about how I would feel
alien to myself
while still attached to this life
its bones and its blood
its five minute song of the heart trapped
in imagination of occidental fate
following me places
in ritual of time
being born anew
would be a sweet way to recover
from all I needed
as flesh
they call it death here
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