Between the mirrors 2019

Ма Брольцен
Between the mirrors
Lost in them
They are not broken but I am
reflection tending to increase
with one pretending "rest in peace". the current moment stays intact
is less or more than they reflect?
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We were dancing on the mirrors
And pretending we were strong
I have left our inner heroes
Is this miserable song
When we stopped they quickly broke
Slowly wounding our feet
We were dancing like the smoke
In this gloomy narrow street
On the brink of filthy hollow
We were falling one by one
It was going to swallow
Our artificial sun
We were thinking it was smart
That we didn't get sunburn
But it's broken apart
It was late for us to learn
We were dancing with a thought
With this pain we had to deal
Never knowing it was fraught
With wounds we'd never heal
We were dancing in the smoke
Something similar to weed
When its power us provoke
To enlarge again the speed


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