Reflections

beaten metal bent and glaring in sun
static frisson sparking from a danceball
hot handrail gone mercuric and molten
rough earth silvered with a slick liquid life
scotoma shivers against my eyelids
mirrors, there are mirrors everywhere, everywhere

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