The world outside my window
Is a heap of rubble.
Drenched,
Debris of roofs
Hanging from the sky
Which is not more than 30 feet tall.
Drenched,
Clothes and rags
Swinging by ropes
That connect heaven to earth.
With a swivel of wind,
The world outside
Turns upside down.
But
The mirror in my room
Remains unperturbed,
Rigid,
As if nailed…
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