A ROOM WITH THREE MIRRORS

A ROOM WITH THREE MIRRORS A room with three mirrors Two that reflect One that reminds you Of your own transparency Substance is what we crave Or claim as such We want the canvas Painted The atmosphere Alive But what we learn From the start Is that part of desire Never satisfied What we feel Is the effect Of flesh and flood The sinful snide Our guiltiness wears Retribution For what? No answer Stop expecting God To apologize His greatest weakness Is his inability To communicate Systems A row of yellow tulips Burning moist lips Beneath the sun Light consumes Burns Feeds And fails to reveal Anything oblique Only enough time To remember Our weakness And realize Recognition Is found only through flame Like revelation Its lessons finalize And fix the problem By exterminating All opposition Then, a child I learned My seat in weather The rain clearing The stagnant stank Of quicker transportation Whisper your last words Now So we know when To cry So we know When to cry When to cry When to cry A ROOM WITH THREE MIRRORS Copyright © 2025-2026 X3NDRAKAN //Ae Production Company All Rights Reserved