As many as can be

Breaking.. broke

The brightening effect of
the thunderstorms
On the walls, like fire licking
of the belle dancer
Came giddygbam , cracking
The glittering mirrors on the wall
Like the chatting, tratatatata
Of a thousand chattering birds
Taking off in different directions
Scattered wherever space is found
As sad as a broken mirror
You see yourself in a thousand different ways.

Bose.