Visage

February 20, 2013 § Leave a comment

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I watched

Every minor detail of the face of things

How it breathe,

How it saw what it saw

I observed

Every word my problem spoke

Sweet misery

Existing in sweet nothing.

 

That face meant the world to me

But it changed expressions so quickly.

I ran as fast as I could

But didn’t seem to catch up in time

It blurred in the distance

Disappearing in the fog

 

I found myself standing on a new island

Amist masked faces

Because that face had meant the world to me

The only face which I had studied so closely

Now the face of all things seemed very strange to me

Fluctuating

Indecisive

Just like the face, which I lost in plea.

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