mystic prism

reflective mirrors

mirrors
confiscate our souls
like shadows of hipster ghosts
slipping into “errors” of reality

as
we
fall
into the
quantum matrix
of the vanity looking glass
we fracture ourselves into
dreams - clusters of a self

look and the see
the collages of
selves
inside
those
eyes - those erratic temperate zones …

of
juxtapositions
and
constellations of
energized volitions - flux and changes/cycles

like the mirages of your eyes
the unstable fragments of me
go
husking
in the corn-sun
of the bluish sky
twinkling laminated rays … searching …

for
you … in the sleeping hamper

of your
cubist hunger
breathing through
the plausible tunnels
of your exotic imagination - a jugular portal of possibilities.

there …
i live for
the glow
of your sun …

there … i fall
into
the surrender …

into the prism of
mystic rainbows.