‘The urge to escape selfhood and the environment is in almost everyone almost all the time’

What is this curse?
A life that makes me quake.
Not visibly, but on the inside, mirrors shatter.
The figures in my mind shudder;
under the wrecks they gather
and try then to recover.
But when the cut bits realign with one another,
the new shape each looking glass takes
would make Narcissus
awake
and
run.

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