Mirror Box

That one’s it
That one looks much better than this
And the heads on the screen
Are nodding yes
That looks new
That looks like it’s never been touched back
But this thing is covered in fingerprints
To fall off and to be carried
Over, out and round
There’s time in your heart
But it’s not now
To fall off and to be carried
Round and back again
Sat in the palm of a phantom hand
The stomach’s first
But the stomach sees inaccurately
You tell it to rumble quietly
Tell it straight
In honesty
You never did know better
From worse
From acceptable
From intolerable
To fall off and to be carried
Over, out and round
There’s time in your heart
But it’s not now
To fall off and to be carried
Round and back again
Sat in the palm of a phantom hand
When is best and where is best to talk?
You talk