The idol
There is always an idol
hidden behind every mirror.
No one cares for it.
Its life unfolds noiselessly
on the glassy surface.
No one touches it
nor does it recognize
the strangers
standing in front of it.
Mechanically it mimics
their movements: when
one raises his right arm
it raises its left
when one coughs without
any noise it moves its lips.
Only when the house is vacant
the idol takes the razor and
touching it on the veins of its wrist
it tries to feel alive.
However it sees only the void opposite it.
For this, look into the mirror carefully:
If you’re lucky
you may even see
behind your face:
the screaming idol.
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