Mirror mirrors; fall off every wall.
I think the sky is falling,
the bees are chirping and the birds are buzzing,
the dogs meowing and the cats are barking,
Moos are croaking and the cows are frogging,
such a sunny-night,
feverishly smiling; strutting about through the withering fields of browning dandelions,
the laughter in his head plays back like an eerie ghost ship symphony; of which he sleeps to when the sol shines and awakens to at sunset,
conscientiously perplexed,
I know this person in the shards of many mirror mirrors,
for he finds his voices within the abberational madness.