5. The fourth Day

The mirrors he gathered were those he aligned
Surrounding his presence for all his angles to shine
Every light held a new kind of magic, a twisted kind of spell
He created himself in every way

Every gesture he made was given back
Understanding each other white and black
This new found friend replaced all the grief
Of being seen as just another funky freak

But when you look in the mirror is it Ugly or is it something else?

His new world was rolled out
And he kissed his face upon the mouth
And from the eyes rolled tears of life
His friends had shared every strife
He talked to his friend and listened to his words
every word muttered was every word spoke
Self spawned Cupid
His mind in a new material form
One more of his kind he had spawned

And in Love they fell into one another as they slowly devoured
and embraced each other. Weakly Buddhist outrage ended.