Flying to the four winds of light, its equinoxes, its boreal dances, the gaze flies agitated

 In the distance and distant you breathe watching as the gaze of the mirror opens it breaks in its torn search it breaks when it closes like kwin effects moving on the curve of the globe like a repeated shock wave on the layer of light reflected on the surface of matter images in broken squares it scratches the surface of the eye with its four corners like a boomerang flying to the four winds of light its equinoxes, its boreal dances the look flies agitated