Cual Sera Mi Rostro
Esto es mi rostro,body; creaking, my wrist twisting, twisting, twisting, twisting...
Corporeal.
Sera este mi rostro?
is it the face in reflection shown,
reversed, turned over,
lighting warm?
my hand hangs useless
whislt opitical features adjust
the lens
dilation is the only way to
keep it out.
extras called to set
motionless, waiting, watching.
You know.
You are.
Another minute detail
as unseemly as it may be
Esto es mi cuerpo,
face, emoting,
my furrowed brow
adding creases, creases, creases...
here.
Sera este mi cuerpo?
is it the body on the floor,
bent, reaching forward,
ceiling bound?
my brow stills
mouth moves
silence a fine binding rite
calling extras to set
Motionless, waiting, watching.
You know.
You are.
pupil, iris, wide,
adjusting: stretchmarks silver bright,
fingertip valleys, whirls, whorls, spinning
into a set of lens'
standing alone.
Another minute detail
place, position, with care,
intergal to the pigment, the hue, the shape,
A part of the scene,
not removed;
innate.
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