Mirrored Faces

So many forces, sweltering over laws, this thing of attractions; to find us sleeping, forsaken variety, to pinpoint quality; this hurtful sense, this keen reality, to love by soul this culture; as weeded out, this deep affection, as pulled back in; to cry by rivers, this essence of jewels, at odds with races; this sight of textures, that skin for ransom, those arts by kindness this love. She has a face, distorted by lines, this reaching forever; to bargain with deaths, this kef of personas, as to scribble so deeply—this bleeding ink, by chance her soul, to feel by beats tribal drums; but what of cultures, devoid of color, peering for teaching daughters; to become spiders, spawning webs, that measure of personalities; as drifting in silence, angered by injustice, while thankful for love. It couldn’t be pearls, to see this person, as needing to heal some part; this swan by graces, this mother by choice, this sonic adventure. We met by fate, as to scold beliefs, this measure a captive society; our inner auras, peeking by oceans, as to pull by force this magnet. Our days are love; our peoples are warriors; we come together by riches; that scarred notion, that florid psych; that lawyer counting syllables. I’ve seen so little, rummaging through India, at arms this pace of black swans; to prance with ghosts, alive midair, this ballet of cellos; to sing with autumn, those colors seeping—as to tear about realities; this cave of mystics, sighted with yogis, as more this meditative chant. I must admire, as guilty for yearning, this wealth of humans; to picture a smile, as to guard it for self, while so concerned with rubric converse. It came by pressures, this manic spell, where hell took reality; to find for rooms, this thing of loudness, where something was lost. We’ve sung a song, this unspoken Tao, looking to celebrities; to have that moment, as few so many, entwined in some sort of rapture; but this is us, searching sandy shores, as finally to return to mirrors; that face of treasures, that mind of webs, that clarity by chance a gentle soul.