it rocked him onto his heels

                           he hadnt expected to see himself watching himself  at evenings end his visage spying him from the black vertical band of the mirror at the end of the hall 

the light he turned on in the laundryroom for his queen and her three six-week old kittens crossed before itblinding it  quieting its silver  leaving it only a vague ethereal effort to reproduce what it could reflect 

                                                                                                phantasmical   unsure whether it ought to reflect anything or not 

confused glass

it reduced his corporeal being to a slim ghostly shimmer 

                                                         and he couldnt help but wonder if that wasnt what death did reducing him bit by bit like a lingering disease until he could barely be seen  a dull lit candle flame  susurrating  dim dimming  dimming   until he finally found his way out of where he had awkwardly stumbled into so many years ago    

0119,  Sunday,  5  5. 19

1511,  Sunday,  5  5. 19

Lhasa de Sela  El Payande  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8olkqS919OQ