I was in search of a room sans mirrors

I was in search of a hideous hideout

I was on a dumping yard of yokes

I was in a frenzy fissure of faces

Mirrors, myriad of mirrors

Faces, fuming focal faces

Queries, queuing queries

Indexes, incessant indexes

Vexes, vestigial vexes

I primed upon myself

A luminal locus of life