sometimes while I sleep I flee the world from which i've grown I know i'll crave similarities in the new place [i'm a moth drawn to light I daresay] I have the same keys and the clocks all tick the same my reflection stares back, those slightly dazed pair of clear grey, blinking in return before going up in smoke. βworld of mirrorβ like becoming lost in tree branches a forest of humans, darting, scratching, fleeing, tumbling between shoots & limbs a fox, a lion, a wolf, a rabbit [and they thought themselves the absolutely terrifying ones]