SuSuTheWhale

I saw myself geminate. A statue, a man crouched within, like a fist, a heart. And there, faceless, lying still with a broken arm, a broken wing. I awoke as a broken mirror, spinning. Yet the world was whole. A crow flew upon the breaths of the dead. And I did not see the void within, darkness into which this world flows. In my love's eyes a black mass passes, a murder of fractured movement, fades into unblack and I see myself one with an other. Hide the untrue world from me! I wish only that I were between two mirrors, the Neither, which is empty. In between one vastness and another, there is joy in Nothing, whe