Encounter

The mirrored image of mine looked straight ahead

To the depicted image of my self-portrait.

 

Staring to each other

With no balk of border.

 

Just ask to stop time

Rolled in heavy color, in coarse texture.

 

Scrambling with the line

Streams and screams with no voice

There is no choice

Just be one and be fine

Hold time close to your face

 

The image in the mirror vanished

And the drawing asked for varnish.