There is a corrosion/a groove
In the persona I've come
To believe.
The mirrors in my eyes are shattering
Around a turquoise salamander;
His laughter made his presence
Known:
(Orphaned in the depths of the
Alabaster forest;
Came rebirth, at the foot of the petrified tree.)
Shadow puppets;
Constricting the shards of shattered mirrors.
Never relinquishing.
Never tireing.
Fracturing my skull as memories try to escape.