Who is that, over, in there?

Thus, I exist, the department 

Store  mirror, this cold- empathetic spiral. 

Look at it! The mirror

Of Santa Claus, knows,


Scouts’ socks, 

cohesion of faint 

Surprise that continents etc

Downtown top floor

Bull sun, soft peas.

Thus, looking,

He sees, primarily,

A mirror, sanctified,

And starts in  with the lies.