broken mirrors

tell me: what is this chapter
of your life called, with slivers
and shivers; strike me

in reds and golds,
dress me, my lovely
(dress and undress
for none, but for a reason:

i see these images,
even with my eyes closed,
figments and flashes, never twice
shelter me, build me a mosaic
and remember the daze
when it crashes down:

to feel is a different story

you're a different story,
stories above, stories below,
too far out and too close)

crush,
collapse and seize,
tiny shards that never go,
cease and release,
relive,
revive,
regress.