I press on the elastic sheet, I'm breathing through the slice 'Are they worms or are they serpents?' bubbles through the ice The source was quite invisible, the ever-present voice While skating, both legs tracing different shapes, I made my choice
Mimicking the image in whose radiance at bask I'm tied to him, or him to me, with anything you ask None the less reluctantly reflections tumble in I slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin
He's falling on the ice, it cracks Will he plunge in and join me here? He meets my eyes, to my surprise He laughs in full light of my frown My double wants to pull me down
Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone The flesh I leave behind, is something that is not my own I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul He's bleeding back, time to attack, it's me who's in control
But every move I make he's got a hand up just in time He's throwing several punches, and he's blocking most of mine Defeated now I sulk and squirm in pollen and frozen mice Waiting, calculating till next he ventures on the ice.