| 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. |