We maintain soft, furry connections
we knit the threads between our eye pupils
we drink tons of bubbles while our teeth squeak.
Reinvent yourself or die, I hear the voice saying.
You sit in front of the magic mirror and investigate yourself.
You touch your soul
you stick your hand through your heart.
You touch your face and polish your wrinkles
you make your hair grow and embellish your hands.
You reinvent yourself as you choose not to die.
Investigate all the corners
every miserable birthday you have ever had
every Christmas when you were left alone
each and every solitary evening.
Polish your image and burn the pain in the chimney.
I see the purple powder around my face
I float through time to find the bricks.
Her and I
we sit together for a long time.
Her and I
we sit naked and reinvent ourselves
as we choose not to die.
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