Calms resembling death
And cold fingers
Undone hair and
Long slim frame
Against the full morning emptiness

Searching for a reflection
To color to paint to look beautiful
Tired eyes chasing corners to
Find one which minimum holds a
Resemblance…

I can? Or I cannot yet
Feel my own bony fingers against the scalp
And the never written song I mumble
Filling the place between two breathes

Aimless eyes failing to locate
And thoughts shredding my shapes
Into thousand, thousand miniatures
How?
Where I am hurrying for a reflection
As day is growing, so much growing
More than, bigger than
My nameless mirror…