In The Glasshouse

Check across the mirrors

to see

if everything is working alright;

the eerie sense of reflection of one object

should not

freak out the reflection of other,

smoke dust silhouettes of rusted operas

should not interfere with the

current lineup of objects.

Facade should

seem like a shadow dance artist

lip syncing

brave new passages.

The mirror should

invent its own

antithesis of toxic faces,

prim proper charismatic ghosts of our times

bleeding into the fantasies of the mirror.

Cover the mirror with a solid hand

and in the glasshouse

all will be fun...