nestled between broken mirrors

nestled between broken mirrors

nestled between broken mirrors
and smashed glass, whose reflections
full of soon to be scars, the blood
curling about the gaping wounds,

I found the child again and again,
returned to the root constantly,
that of birth, its accompanying knowledge
bright in the mind, dumb in the brain

like a deja vu reverie, being there
again and again at certain touch stones,
reverberations from outside time
interrupting the violent wake of my circling,

what lack I had soon filled,
it was the void that was rushed to fullness,

nightmares portended nothing, they fell away
into the brevity of night-time, falling
into some deep inner well I harbored as if
it were an only ocean circling an only earth.