Syncope

Full stop.The circle is a square.
I open the door and enter
seagull smile,my room inside
the orange balloon,
exploding like a creeper plant’s hiss on false canopies of cold water,the curling eyelids of Medusa’s tongue on the pin head,
the mirror scratching your iris
from the bottom of the glass.

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