Nameless Faces

A failed sense of recollection

Pervades and persuades my thoughts:

The monochrome impressions

Of a mauve indistinction

Fall away as inexorable noise.

They, who appear upon the
Surface of sensuous glass,

Chide and gamble in silence,

Wandering through the peaks and troughs

Of time, thus do they remain;

Fragile inconsistencies of a dream,

Subdued, indemnified by amnesia.

 

I see one scream, and another dish

Is dropped with a silent dispersion

Of fragments to follow, cutting trenchantly

Through the skin of resonance.

 

Incongruous eyes pursue this mosaic

Piece of stained glass, then,

As the aglet of a shoelace

That wears away with time,

They wilt with indifference.

Reviews

[Natasha]

It seems its been too long.
Although I am unsure of what ot make of the meaning it is extremely beautiful to me.

I like it way more than I though I would.