body without mirror wanders
through a mess of wandering bodies
mirror, mirror
don't look now, or you'll miss it
body is relative
amidst bloodless relatives
separated by perception
clinging to gift-wrapped
genius
body without candor strides
through a convulsing mass
on the wall
you can look now, they've all gone
body is relative
to each unraveling mind
compressed and long confined
singing songs of fading
dreams
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