Mirrors

I have no reflection
I see no contour
of myself
against the darkness
The light watches behind me
it doesn't get through
casts no shadows
They fade on 
cold walls that 
fires shining splints
from the mirrors 
in the eyes of the birds;
they flap their wings restlessly
in the outskirts
of my mind

1997 © Ingvild Gregersen

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