Look down to see,
A reflection of me,
As if my body was bones,
Covered by liquid on stones,
Urination of mind,
With water combined,
Transparent entwined,
They remain to remind…
To quicken the pace,
To look the mirror, then race,
To run all cards as an ace,
As required to chase,
Then slow down the pace,
Look the mirror, then the face,
Reveal your hand’s grace,
To the empty continuous embrace…
Luc Laverdure