MARCHING INTO THE MIRROR

Do you ever visualize that,  
a sharp dagger in hand,  
you are advancing ruthlessly  
into a mirror?  

Unwinding ribbon from a spool  
and playing a journey into  
a calmness  
born of fulfilled desires,it is  
a journey,  
a short trip into yourself,  
mister,  
I have nothing more to say.  

Holding a railway-ticket-size  
slice of soap,with  
concentrated power to give  
the best value for money  
and super cleanliness,  
I am also long since in search  
of a glass of water  
to wash my dirty linen.  

I have no more time  
to spare, sorry.  
Go and stab the mirror  
and shatter it  
into myriad shards—
I have no battle to lose.  
  

Translation :
The Poet