I looked myself
in the eye +
couldn’t see
WHERE I ENDED.
does one end
ANYWHERE.
the sun rose
before me,
after I’d given up.
all aspects of life
FELT INEXISTENT.
maybe in reality
they were so.
sur FACES
reflected what was
standing on them.
.
+ other faces
did the same.
until there was
a face BOOK.
.
music
by Woody Roseland
.