reflection #4

I was
a moth in the beam of light.

a scuba diver
emerging
from the abyss.

(silence)

a fetus
moving towards the life.

a weightless soul in the tunnel
of gloom.

(fanfares)

on the other side
I hit the glass and
met myself.

it was the reflected
light.

the direct light
collides with the reflected light,
this is how all begins.

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