Deep Down in the Mirror

Deep down in the mirror

I saw my mouth shout:

-Hey little boy, what´s all theese sunrises
and settings about?

Deep down in the mirror

I saw my cheeks glow

in examination

and so exhausted to know.

What…? Who…?

Deep down in the mirror

my eyes took that ride

on the bull of illusions

into the dark night.

Flow, river flow…

Blow, wind blow…

Deep down in the mirror

I saw the vagina of the woman

where the little child is coming out

determined to be a human,

being impossible

from the end to the beginning,

brought to the womb,

where the angels were a´swinging.

Deep down in the mirror

that I even knew was blank

I saw my bloodshot eyes

that already had sunk

into the middle of the wawing crowd

on the other side,

where my mother and my father

recognised their child.

Flow, river flow…

Blow, wind, blow…

Deep down in the mirror

I saw the twinkeling shadows

of the sunset and the sunrise

and all that bloodshot arrows.

Deep down in the river

I saw the little boy

looking down on his balls

that was starting to grow,

beginning to owe

to the soil.

Flow, river flow…

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