and it continues...

[the_m_unit]

reflections almost always
flee
i can't bare to
regard
what is not seen
by eye
that face
which is only
felt
in mirrors
or store windows
tapping on my shoulder
release me from reflections
of what
past
present
never
or whatever
is all the time
felt
and not seen
it's time
moving
out of the corner
of my eye
disturbance
turbulance
that is me
stuck in mirrors
or
boarded up, abandoned store windows.