Mirrors of Ravines

I fell into ravines and ravines
of the multi colors of my world. 
Boxes and boxes of Me stacked
and piled on shelves made
of plastic.  And i see
Dolls of dolls with faces of mothers
and mother.  Then mirrors and mirrors
I try hard not to run into.  But i spin and spin
and stop.  Then there’s Me and me. 
We break the
mirrors
of
ravines.