I watched. I listened. I took your hand when survival reacted.
Not anything as simple as the frail bodies we contort.
Your cry was in the wind, it was a thing from your being.

I tried. Too hard. I thought. Too much. My truth was Euclid, verity's soul it seems fracted.

Enough though it seemed. A while, we dreamed.
Enough.
Now i wake to sleep. My pen gainst my page shan't paint love this deep.

The sun gradually sinking with shrinking grins and turns
Catching leaves as the storm flows bitterness and burns
Your pink blue eyes stare in awe, with a reddish glow emanating
Kleptomaniacs rise, afterwards sighted kids slowly went cagey
Just a pilot flying through the shrouded black cloud
You will be yoked of life when you come back down
But leap forward your fracted fingers around hope
I promise with my overused words you will not sound untold

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.