Spirit-Mirrors

In love, must thump like a drum everyone hears, heart within me,

Reflects beauty, in subterranean suburbia, submerged

Houses all the same, mirrors without inner ear,

Casting themselves upon mirrors, each other nothing beneath

Their dark faces all the mirror clouded, same face,

At once, repeating in this realm with no power within, but nothing

A cocketeil descended, I’m musing, into

Ramjet flowing, king in his prison,  birds of echoes

Present in spirit, leaves also, rustle special, with soul-

Passion, heart within myself, mass screaming your name,

Unsung yet, flesh of spirit musing, into this world,

Not begun yet, g, between us, i’ll say this: I love you look within this mirror