- Vol. 03
- Chapter 12
Years shuffle FacesDay breaks in mirrors, ready
for the ritual of reflection, the slow
unsmearing, steam of held breath
released. Soft above the basin,
I shuffle faces, a tarot of years
gone, of years to come.
In years to come, as years gone,
I shall shuffle faces, steaming breath
smearing reflected rituals
on mirrors breaking daily.
In days of broken mirrors,
breath steams, faces shuffle-
years go by.