Jan 2020
LE JEU AVEC LE FEU
I caught
the mirror
watching me
it stuck out its tongue
I stuck out my tongue back
both the mirror and I
smiled
that "Gotcha!" moment.
It's tinkling laugh
like broken glass
as I fell to the ground
in pieces
all my shattered selves
staring up at me
the mirror
for once
silent.
I caught
the mirror
watching me
it stuck out its tongue
I stuck out my tongue back
both the mirror and I
smiled
that "Gotcha!" moment.
It's tinkling laugh
like broken glass
as I fell to the ground
in pieces
all my shattered selves
staring up at me
the mirror
for once
silent.
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PLAYING WITH FIRE proclaims the title in French....that moment when you fall out of your self and can't find your way back in and you have somehow mislaid the world and you know you left your future around here somewhere but you'll be ****** if you can put your hand on it...and the present has evaporated and the past is no more...and....and. .SO:
PLAYING WITH FIRE proclaims the title in French....that moment when you fall out of your self and can't find your way back in and you have somehow mislaid the world and you know you left your future around here somewhere but you'll be ****** if you can put your hand on it...and the present has evaporated and the past is no more...and....and. .SO:
(Guildford)
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