Star Girl into the Biased Sky

Un Piece d'infinitude des mirroirs
"Don't write against walls," says Madame,
in French. I pretend not to
understand her admonition.

Don't write against walls, says Madame
I put my journal on my knee.
Understand her admonition,
I could've marred the smooth white paint.

I put my journal on my knee,
She nods and leaves me to my thoughts.
I could've marred the smooth white paint,
In the portal of biased sky

She nods and leaves me to my thoughts
Before me I see galaxies
In the portal of biased sky
A mirrored platform suspends me

Before me I see galaxies
Every wall reflects a hundred stars
A mirrored platform suspends me
In a sea of red yellow blue

Every wall reflects a hundred stars
They hang from the ceiling on strings
In a sea of red yellow blue
Turn, then forget my origin.

They hang from the ceiling on strings.
In French I pretend not to
turn, then forget. My origin,
un piece d'infinitude des mirroirs.