I consult these faces
How my heart wears them
from one second to the next
And I watch over myself
as I appear to you
Behind the reservoirs
of life
Clothed in mirrors
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I consult these faces
How my heart wears them
from one second to the next
And I watch over myself
as I appear to you
Behind the reservoirs
of life
Clothed in mirrors