……Is it mirror mirror on the wall, or is that another human being I’m seeing; too similar, that’s why it’s scary when they grin at ya, it’s like they sneered at ya, and god just stared at ya. There’s my reflection again where it shouldn’t be, it doesn’t move when I move, nor with the breeze, I wish it would just stand at ease, is it really another part of me, we seem to have the same necessities, wish the truth of it all would open sesame, before it loses equity, and history continues to be made without thought, forget cruise control we got Tesla’s, cowboys and wrestlers, queers that dress us, cops that arrest us, how could they be my reflection, how could us be me, and we I, surely my brain is fried, I’m here, they’re there, how could we be merged, I must have died and my spirit is on the other side of a purge, I think I read too much of the word, like the rest of mankind I’m going down like the Hindenburg.