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.