I press on the elastic sheet, I'm breathing through a slice

'Are they worms or are the serpents?' bubbles through the ice

The source was quite invisible, the ever-present voice

While skating, both legs tracing different shapes, I made my choice



Mimicking the image in whose radiance I bask

I'm tied to him, or him to me, depending who you ask

None the less reluctantly reflections tumble in

I slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin



He's fallen on the ice, it cracks

Will he plunge in and join me here?

He meets my eyes, to my surprise

He laughs in full light of my frown

My double wants to pull me down



Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone

The flesh I leave behind, is something that is not my own

I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul

He's leaning back, time to attack, to see who's in control



And every move I make he's got a hand up just in time

He's throwing several punches, and he's blocking most of mine

Defeated now I sulk and squirm above the frozen heights

Waiting, calculating till he ventures onto the ice.