Staring within mirrors all day;
basking in life reflectively -
it's like warmth abstracted,
collisions are a dance -
perpetual chance.
Faces meet up like crazes,
bubbles meet bubbles, crash bubbles -
makes smaller bubbles.
All in mass, crash, crash, till;
they float together in individual mass.
Each glinting down to look around,
staring within mirrors all day...
all warmth subtracted,
everybody's distracted.