I'm covered in tiny mirrors.
I dance around like a beach ball.
I can be dazzling.
Those who look at me think they see me.
Those who look at me see themselves.
Their own small monstrous grimace.
Those who run away from me, chase themselves off.
I am covered in tiny mirrors.
The edges cut into my own flesh.
I am:
a glistening mosaic
with soft red folds and
a heart of snow-white —
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem