Just for now,
nothing. The child
is reborn, the ash
a landscape. For now,
the light,
invisible.
Dream
and I will feed you,
shout
and the mirror explodes.
Echoes reverberate
against a canvas of skin.
You,
my double,
darling, a mirror,
a glass, a cup
filled to the brim,
self-emptying.
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