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Face

Text: Face

from Dave Tenships, 10.09.08

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The mantle of disobedient hair
above a forehead proportioned I dare.
The speckled eyebrows supposed to be
a colour chart for all to see.
‘Lo yes the eyes, they are to me,
almonds of fluid confectionary.
Cheekbones so high they slice the guise,
providing tiers for the eyes.
Composite flesh surrounds the nose
thin lips tell people what they need to know.
A rounded chin protrudes enough.
Do I trust this portrait’s countenance?

Enamel eyes lined with curiosity,
one red fleck betrays their ferocity.
Set in a face of seashell innocence,
two passageways to a central sense.
Cochlea incorporated.
The agony of an arc.
Little things important to me.
Don’t leave me in the dark.

The reason you use this ideal setting
to reflect upon some pressing question.
Am I here to live through seasons
or am I here for other reasons?

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