she floats past the memory
of dotted lines and broken hearts
severed nostalgia and untied chains
of freedom and wet grass

she sits in that lonely hut
with kittens and old newspaper odor
twisted logic and maddening music
with sick lies and creepy murmur

she lives within the wall she has built
of surrealism and oblivion
she lives behind that thing
we used to call
'psychedlic mirror'