At the glass

Brush strokes of colours
Paint shapes and reflections 
So that the world can gaze itself
Once more, on that flat and smooth canvas 
Don't be surprise when you find the left laying on the right 
And realise that the rules you know so well don't match the perspectives 
Melted in this new face that stares at you so intensely
Bear its gaze in silence
And wonder why the more you stares the more your head spins 
And wonder why you lose the sense of all,
Plunging down into a maelstrom of chunks of time,
Snippets of twisted memories, crumpled fantasies
Grains of life
All frozen as single pawns in a chess
Into a never ending game