Wear a mirror suit
and keep moving,
withhold information
about oneself.
Don't stop and
don't stop long
enough to
repeat reflections.
Beam multitudes back
make a joke
out of systems,
make no joke at all.
Let information wash
over you, halfway
across the road
you may stop.
You are scrubbed to
pieces now the horse is
winning now how
has it always won.
Watch yourself driving
in a darkened shop front
let the ensuing bricks throw
the people, propped, into relief
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