Crow's-Eye View - Poem No. 15
POEM NO. XV
1 I'm in a mirrorless room. Naturally the I in the mirror has gone out. I'm trembling now in fear of the I in the mirror. Has the I in the mirror gone somewhere to plot what next to do to me?
2 Slept in a dank crime-cuddling bed. In my precision dream I was absent and an artificial leg crammed into an infantry boot soiled my dream's white page.
3 I secretly enter a room with a mirror. To free myself from the mirror. But with its gloomy face the I in the mirror definitely enters at the same time. The I in the mirror conveys to me that it's sorry. Because of him it's as if I've become a prison and because of me he too is a prison and trembles.
4 Dream I am absent from. Mirror of mine in which my impostor makes no entrance. Impossible though it may be it is that which aspires to solitude for the good I. I decided at last to proffer suicide to the I in the mirror. I show him a raisable window that doesn't even have a view. A window meant only for suicide. But he points out to me the fact that as long as I do not kill myself he too cannot kill himself. The I in the mirror is practically a phoenix.
5 I shield with bulletproof metal where my heart is on the left side of my chest and aiming at the left side of my chest in the mirror I fired a pistol. The round penetrated the left side of his chest but his heart is on the right side.
6 From the replica heart red ink spills. In my dream I arrived late and received capital punishment. The controller of my dreams is not I. To have blocked off from each other these two persons unable even to shake hands is a great crime.
1 I'm in a mirrorless room. Naturally the I in the mirror has gone out. I'm trembling now in fear of the I in the mirror. Has the I in the mirror gone somewhere to plot what next to do to me?
2 Slept in a dank crime-cuddling bed. In my precision dream I was absent and an artificial leg crammed into an infantry boot soiled my dream's white page.
3 I secretly enter a room with a mirror. To free myself from the mirror. But with its gloomy face the I in the mirror definitely enters at the same time. The I in the mirror conveys to me that it's sorry. Because of him it's as if I've become a prison and because of me he too is a prison and trembles.
4 Dream I am absent from. Mirror of mine in which my impostor makes no entrance. Impossible though it may be it is that which aspires to solitude for the good I. I decided at last to proffer suicide to the I in the mirror. I show him a raisable window that doesn't even have a view. A window meant only for suicide. But he points out to me the fact that as long as I do not kill myself he too cannot kill himself. The I in the mirror is practically a phoenix.
5 I shield with bulletproof metal where my heart is on the left side of my chest and aiming at the left side of my chest in the mirror I fired a pistol. The round penetrated the left side of his chest but his heart is on the right side.
6 From the replica heart red ink spills. In my dream I arrived late and received capital punishment. The controller of my dreams is not I. To have blocked off from each other these two persons unable even to shake hands is a great crime.
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