Oh I See..

Vanity in my mirror,
I see Vanity in the windows
I shop, reflected

pausing;

longer, less and less
to spend money, time; time, money
I see vanity in my tablet, my computer
screens.

I see vanity  re-
fracted in faces,
I look into their portals, at their
windows, blinded, shielding their
soul.  But,
those others who turn away,
refusing to accept my eyes in greeting
or those that stare at the ground like they
have lost...

something, like a way OUT,
through the ground but that
leads to hell, unless,
wait...vanity;

I have worked,
worked very hard at mine,
Sturdy Legs, great support,
where the concrete Slab,
sits below my Chest Of Drawers,
one of which holds an imperfect thing,
which
         beats,
de-
      spite
it's
      un-
           fin
                ished
state
and atop this mobile furniture is
what?

a cloud, no, an expensive mercury-backed glass s u r face,

NO,

a perfect carving chiselled, no.

There is no face anymore, just a surface
that reflects inside and outside,
every face that stares, blankly at me.

Help us, help us all.