20 October 2006
FACES ARE SECONDARY
What worship do we have
when faces are secondary?
What span of millennia is registered
and voted for as the most beautiful?
Everything modern becomes inconsequential-
the focus of happiness fades, people become real.
Stereotypes fail and fall away
as hours melt, the past a clear blur.
Facades crumble into pebbles, dust
and even I become vacant, superficial.
Reality becomes itself unguised
and intrigue vanishes into folklore-
all mystery needed nevermore.
-Both the poem and the painting were done in July of 1998 by yours truly-