There is a fire in the mirror, <br />floating like a vapor on <br />the soft summer air. <br /> <br />Splendid is the vertigo of nuns, <br />the nakedness of motion, <br />and the realization the moon <br />is a drowning white tortoise. <br /> <br />I am terrified of clowns, <br />of the retarded, of blue-haired women, <br />of all those whose perfection <br />has been stolen. <br /> <br />Shatter this wound. <br />Erase it from memory. <br />Cancel the universe.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-betrayal-of-soul-by-reason/
