Larva in pentagons

A larva, I wake, call the newsman!

Trick, crooked mirror rooms, all reflect me in pentagons.

They are all special, they are all open, they all make relate

But the trick, crooked mirror rooms, all reflect me in pentagons.

Mirror, mirror contradicts me, but I lay a larva and I cannot fly.

To the camera I say hello but nobody believes me.

Standing in line, mirror straight, we relate

But to the camera I say hello and nobody believes me.

Fissure, fissure, climbing higher!

My cocoon is my shadow, a space that holds.

Flaw, flow, newsman, I think I broke!

And still trick, crooked mirror rooms, all reflect me in pentagons.

2025