I write for the individuals who find themselves lost in the soaring waves of the sea world. For them, who are no-faced on the stage of this world theater. Yet, the ones who aspire to be the directors here. For they are the better perceivers.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Show me in the effacing effects, Show me into the blank word. Into the spaceless stretch of space. I stand next to a mirror. A reflexion of a mirage, Faceless I look here. Significance unconstrued. Silence an inner shriek. Melting the mirror, Of a conceited glass.