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Museum tour

I walk down the halls of a museum

An old castle - paintings and statues and furniture surround me

There are people from the past

They stroll, converse, invite me to tea

They're all ghosts

I walk down the red carpets

Nothing here really feels old

A shiny wooden cabinet with deer, hunters and hounds

No-one seems to notice it

I walk down the corridor of mirrors

Glass is everywhere

It hangs from the walls and dangles from cellings and lays on tables

Every doorway is a mirror

I get lost

I forget the past

There is a mirror

Where it all started

There is a crack

In the mirror

It looks like a keyhole

There is a screen

At the end of the hall

There is a film

Of people and paintings

They're all in mirrors

And I run

Out of the theathre

Into a hallway

And I see statues

Their necks unnaturally twisted

Their faces painfully contorted

Their eyes on me

All the eyes on me

The paintings and statues and furniture

And the mirrors

I walk down the hall into the museum gift shop