Under this silky whiteness,
Cloaking a hominid likeness.
This frosty awareness,
This thought-suspending numbness.
Dare I lift this veil?
Dare I solve this blanched myst’ry?
Dare I expel disbelief?
Dare I ***** anticipation’s hope?
The whispers of curiosity,
The desire to make visible,
The familiar face of serenity,
Render the boundary risible.
Under that shameful shroud,
(The face is familiar no more,
Serenity submits to Torment.)
Finality abounds.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC