A cascade from grace is visible across my striped visage
Buried beneath layers of flesh that wanted hope
The gray body piled in time
Constricting me,
Compounding itself.

My hopeful eye juts out, odd and lingam-like
Crazy hair wraps around my head and makes a question mark
A smile leads her to the exclamation point
Echoing, echoing, echoing through time
Of everything action stemming gravely from me.