refracted reflections
—
memories congealed
blobs turn black and transparent
blocking pathways to the past
magnetised mirror
face like deck of cards
infinite shuffle
hands
hands of glass
transparent but full
full of transparency
everything touched
is an echo of an echo
my consciousness is
a marble suspended in air
reflected through endless reflections
concentrated to a point
and projected through my skull
i’m not real, nor are you
it’s just echos and reflections
smoke and mirrors
and i’m coughing up my lungs
only when
pain and illness
cut the thick veil of smog
real happens