House of Mirrors (Active Emptiness)

August is a hot administrative error The campus is empty The walls are sweating No audience, no friction, no applause Just me, and every reflective surface in the state of Georgia Empty halls – no delay! Empty air – no one stays! Heat hangs down like a woollen sheet Even my shadow looks incomplete No reaction, no supply No soft echo coming back to life I made myself for the watching eye Now the eye is mine House of Mirrors – slide inside! House of Mirrors – nowhere to hide! Active emptiness – sharp and bare! Too much face and nothing there Reflection! Reflection! System! System! Every angle says: You’re still in it Shopfront glare, three of me Side by side! Screen-black glass, fifth degree Multiply! Which one’s tired? Which one’s staged? Which one learned to look this way? Mia’s writing on the curated self I could teach that course from memory, from the shelf I like the rhythm, sentence to reply That’s the part that terrifies House of Mirrors – slide inside! House of Mirrors – nowhere to hide! Active emptiness – sharp and bare! Too much face and nothing there Reflection! Reflection! System! System! Every angle says: You’re still in it Am I a person? A little late! Am I a system? In a polished state! Do I feel empty? In a busy way! Do I look better? That’s what they say! Silence sits where the crowd should be So I rehearse them inside of me House of Mirrors Watch me split! House of Mirrors Bit by bit! No grand centre No secret core Just better habits, and something sore Reflection! Reflection! Nothing fixed! Nothing fixed! It’s a house of mirrors And I live in it I see you I just don’t know which one The full story to this album is here, free to download: https://tinyurl.com/222a28ct