In The Theatre of Mirrors.

In the theatre of Mirrors, one death leads to another

and each mirror cracks like a ripple of a River.

Being bashful I did not look at my reflections,

And did not hope to know them for out of the cracks

I witnessed butterflies and moths that cast my shadows,

Rejoice in Death.

Death the mirror of Life,

I reflect my wounds upon you

And no mark of shape will be left

From which I fell.

 

 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Are you saying that life is a mirror, cracks of life, reflection of yourself that you do not want to see because it's too painful? and you prefer death, because you can rejoice in death, but not life? and what you see in the mirror is a reflection of life? are you reflecting your wounds on God or some "being" somewhere?
To me this is very deep and complex, even though few words.
Best, B

[Red Brick Keshner]

Intense! What a powerful read. Thanks for sharing.

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

I liked this, thanks for sharing.