Mystic Mirror

When your eyes
caresses mushy mirror
it births twice
trickled fermented fervour.
When I looked
foil friction puked

I don’t see
myself in screens
I see Debby

airy alchemistic alakazam
inflecting the prank
tossing toxic trance

Now before mirrors
Yet same frictions.
19:11:07:12:03

Note Dedicated to Adejoke.

Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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