ground, lift sounds Vivaldi
sliding doors slick, northern lights
smells of another life,
a world of luxury, thick carpeted,
treated behaviour
my reflection in the multi mirrors
becomes thousands
one on one
I see beyond me
a mirror marker of history
my father's sideways glance
my mothers shoulders
my sister's shadow
walking, fading into the refraction,
it seems a logical place
to momentarily kneel
and heal.
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