Damaso

Beasts

I looked at the mirror so much that I stopped recognizing myself.

The reflection of the reflection
locked in my eyes,
infinite sets.

Panic threatens
by the thousandths of a second.

If I lose control,
I might crawl away.

I suspect
the watchful step
of a spy
of myself.

I usually tame a golden beast;
its dark destiny rings out in unison.