Mirror Mirror

It's raining weather balloons
And we're ooh-ing and ah-ing in zeroes and ones up until
Morning mourns the afternoon
Like a puncture repair kit so perfect it's never been used

Mirror mirror
Whisper all you've seen
Whisper all the whispers we wipe clean.

Futures start to reproduce
And it smells like the paper that patiently swallows the room
You are so practical
A dictionary picture of something that sometimes is you.