Takes a step back

From the vacant chair

Looking in the mirror

While she's combing her hair

Wipes the dust from a cup

While she's cleaning up

Wonders very slightly

What she's doing there



A simple reflection

Can be too revealing

Years are for counting

Years are for stealing

She's a mathematician



Calculator

Counting daily

Counting forever...



Cold clean glass and a razor blade

Fly on the table and a passing car

Closes the curtain to keep in the shade

Closes her head and now she's counting down



Dust is collecting

But she doesn't notice

Counting for ever

She's a calculator

No-one can see her



She's invisible now

No-one can see her

And the dust is collecting


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