Next time i look in that mirror The past should float off Wings cracked through my back All debts wrote off I want to embrace the “I” While the arms wrap around “me” Direct objection to A mind's municipal court fee No more syntax for broken reason Hiding feelings Depression turned to self-abstraction A par for the course of healing Though Stripped my politics by screwing them too tight I found an insecure fixture obscuring Sense of right (reflections for a fly-by-night) ———— Oh to breathe slow as to open These hinges gaslit, washed, frozen But breaking clichés will not earn you tokens You must learn that ———— Next time i look in that mirror The past should float off But i'm a coward and maybe I should f** off To think a history can be Disembodied That's playing a self Pre-shuffled card hobby You see, i was indebted To a mind's manufacture And i'm a great factory worker Child of two actors On the a**embly line My scrambled parts Compartmentalized actions Toward others' hearts (cope by hiding it in art) ———— My inner comment section Fed by these headlines They vocalize as my other selves Line up for indicted crimes Heights in all Reflections for a fly-by-night And i feel small