Spiegelworld orders me

Women made-up for a man’s dream

stacked themselves with forearms trembling.

Men flaunted lines that we love to trace,

then wheeling and throwing fast

in fearful cycles.

We saw the sweat trickling down his back

as he ached to balance branches of palm:

pendulums swaying in sweet counterpoise.

He looked wistfully at his creation

before throwing mystery away

with one puff.

I watched a birth that night

saw muscle and mind forced forward

shuttling me back to the beginning.

What made me write this? Last night I saw Spiegelworld’s EMPIRE show inside their antique Spiegeltent.

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