FACE-PLASTERS

Outside, the tears are besieging

 the fragile face-blind.

 But within, in the globes of eyes,

 in the globes of retinas,

 the reality of sadness

 has become more probable and vulnerable!

 

We cherish for a while the apparent pain,

 the ruins of emotions, as careful survivors,

 and yet we do not ask:

 Have we changed or have we risen again?

 - One pearl is pale,

 another a crystal of treasure,

 the third a palace of glass,

 all so fleeting and mortal.

 Inside, working in the secret

 cavernous catacombs of the organism,

 the ever-living cell-motors

 are biological particle-molecules!

Men may melt again into one in the sea of pains.

 - Vulnerability remains a stranger

 to those who have yet learned to respect

 the fancy rules of existence,

 when, amid the shower of tears,

 the fallible humanity of Reality

 is revealed in the true eyes!

 The pain - one does not know 

where it comes from! 

But on the metronomes 

of secret thresholds of emotion

 all can feel it, and from miserable

 despair you can never in vain escape,

 for their hopeful hope is,

 and perhaps may not yet be known! 

For he who in his heart is torn

 and torn, The crater-holes

 carved in his soul By stem-cell

 and atomic explosion, 

Will have the hardest thing to do!

 - Only the pit of the apocalypse;

 the pit in which the Cassandra-stamps

 of Life's event will multiply

 will be the last judgment

 in which sufferings and tears

 will be repeatedly caught,

 to burst, boiling, to the surface!