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.
“world of mirror”
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]