Observance
Look at the girl made of glass.
Do you dare, my dear, to ask
Who she is under her shining skin.
What life built her, grew her completion.
Or prefer you to write a story.
For her out of your mind's glory
Then who would she be and so believed.
Of your story written or of her own cleaved.
Of Your MakingIf all you saw was made out of your mind,
What kind of shambled world would your eyes find?
There would be imperfections you could not remove,
And some crude tools which you could not use.
There is no such thing as a perfect world.
Not if man's twitchy fingers purled,
It off of their mind's knitting needles.
For all man's attempts prove to be feeble.
If you think that yours is really above par,
You may find out how useless you really are.
Looking Inward
Take one of your tears from the corner of your eye,
And gaze at the crystalline frame.
One tear is worth a world's worth of emotions,
And you don't dare let them fall.
For your emotions can become king of your mind,
And knot your heart and stomach closed,
So that there would be no chance for you to be seen,
And your strongest weaknesses kept secret.
If Only in WishingI thought I saw you the other day,
Like a memory faded gray.
You sat on a bench in the park we knew,
Sagging like my worn out leather shoe.
We had not seen each other in years,
Neither of us had bothered to stay here.
But I thought I saw you the other day,
But It's been so long since we went away.
Gibbet
You made a statue to watch the town.
And its eyes were always staring down.
I thought at times you lived in it.
Because the steely gaze seemed to fit.
And I've been talking to you every day.
Your bronze has gone green by the way,
And the skin under your eye has chipped,
And a crack is at your base where the ground dipped,
I've wondered why you've let yourself go to waste.
In a few years what will be left of your face?
But all you do is stand and stare down.
You should have done better at leaving town.
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