mirror triptych

mirror triptych 

from <the archive of things as objects or objects as things at Mauerpark Flohmarkt>  52.541364301570155, 13.402352596989319 

mirror piece  

Kintsugi plein air, 

a patchwork  

of skies. 

mirror piece 2  

Chance Souvenir  

Tail someone in mirrors  

until you lost, or exhaust them in view. 

Buy the penultimate mirror, bring it home 

and hang it on your bedroom wall 

in place of a photograph.  

ambient sticker:  

(sky for free, sky sold) 

mirror piece 3  

Migrant birds like the eye are always in search for a point to land on and depart from. In vision. Now  gathers too much light and energy and burns. Into now written backwards. Ashy.  Surfaces calls for mindfulness where as clearer illusions hide in the wind. Locus solus.  

Naturally, the larger the canvas the more we lean back  

onto the micro  

we  

are in a very delicate position, you know.  

Recurrence, in the oddity  

of this age brings back painful  

impossibilities  

in an unforeseen exoteric weight.  

What stands against the wall is not a non-wall but mirror  

and its folding onto manifolds.  

Yet after yet another heartbreaking isolation we will have  

in place of bricks and metal poles a polar-diurnal  

reflection in which we watch  

two  

glowing hyper  

resolution  

of a new myth.  

Today at the other end of the labyrinth I’m still lost in glasses. Failed frames  

Gilded  

oracles  

holding tears instead of a flood.  

I close my eyes and contract  

into a single lily before a stranger’s face bereft of seasons and colors.