In the mirror, silence accelerates (a poem)

Title inspired by a line from Jean Cocteau’s Orphée

Opening wide
it swallows all
that came before it
compressing distance
into microscopic vistas

Whispers and shouts
soon have no meaning

They are equal for an instant
then vanish
as molecules assimilate

I awake
left arm numb
and think I’m dying

(22 October 2019)



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