Lines arranged in such a way as to suggest a face
but they’re not really lines and not arranged
the way flesh holds us together one might almost see
cloud paintings if they were there and we were here
as we imagine ourselves to be where the sky and river meet
oh it is such vanity to speak!
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Clouds, Consciousness, Faces, Flesh and Spirit, Poems, Poetry, Vanity
William Michaelian 