The mirror of my consciousness exists as long as I see it.
As soon as a reaction lands on it, the mirror takes shape,
When there’s nothing happening anymore,
When nothing clings to it,
The mirror truly becomes a mirror,
Before, it is a screen,
Unwound ?
A net, where reactions are caught and collected
See the deposits as they enter in contact with the surface,
Watch one, take one,
See how it calls, how it aggregates material around itself,
How it generates other deposits,
With nothing on the mirror,
The mirror disappears,
Suddenly see the dust and touch the mirror,
Getting through it then, is an unexpected grace.
Notes & Silence 