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They're suspended like a prism splitting floodlight
The mirrors in the corner throwing images

Why have you done? What you have done something

There's a picture of this given to authorities, the sentence
Am I what you have been staring at, am I a diamond?
To poles of primary colors clawing the veil of the vacuum
Of super-impositions of a room within the window
Is so sinister when staring at the diamond something
Corresponding with the letters, T H E D I A M O N D

With schematics so meticulous the measurements
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven corners of the mirrored corners

You have done sinister why have you done this am I in the mirror?
The breaking news had counted one, two, three, four, five
I am a reflection of an enemy, am I a reflection of an enemy
Make a dream that ends up being such an entity in your
In fact, I had a vision of the numbers
Just like a reflection of a friend of mine
Reflection, you are the dream to it, you are the prism
Against the other mirrors made counting corners impossible
"I'm an architect and here's my prison" written on it