The matryomin

Playtime

Receiver: sufficiently advanced technology indistinguishable from magic

Whispering hypnosis

mirror circle mirror

Max Malini's Magicians Outfit

Lemuria Rising

she

talk to the hand

phantom

le cercle

someone else's history

Priapus

Planchette

killing you is killing myself

a soft science

wandervogel

cherry black

mothers tongue

an agitation of hands

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

What ever you see I swallow immediately

Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, only truthful---

The eye of a little god, four-cornered.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long

I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.

Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,

Searching my reaches for what she really is.

Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.

I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.

I am important to her. She comes and goes.

Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman

Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.