Years shuffle Faces

Day 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.