Narcissist Hidden In a Paradelle

Learn the light of her face.

Learn the light of her face.

Know there is no façade.

Know there is no façade.

Know no light of the façade

Learn there is her face.

 

She will let your obsession breathe life.

She will let your obsession breathe life.

The lines of her neck speak in wisdom.

The lines of her neck speak in wisdom.

The line of your obsession will breathe wisdom in her neck.

She let life speak. 

 

Hear her silence like a deceptive sound.

Hear her silence like a deceptive sound.

It echoes through sealed doors and blind walls.

It echoes through sealed doors and blind walls.

Silence, her deceiving through sound and sealed walls, doors

Hear it like a blind echo.

 

Your obsession though blind facades

Light like her face.

Learn the sound of walls and the doors.

There is wisdom, it breathes, letting life

Know no will of her neck.  She speaks in echoes-

Hear her silent deceptions - her line has a seal.

 

Reviews

[Mavis]

This is absolutely brilliant. I love the flow and the way you change the meaning with the same terms and bring it all together in the last section. It almost reminds me of a section of an Aleister Crowley poem called DuckBilled Platypus:
"Dirt is matter in the wrong place.
Thought is mind in the wrong place.
Matter is mind; and so thought is dirt."
I was just clicking around the cafe and this is the first piece of yours I've read. I'm either really lucky or you're really good. I'll find out when I read more tomorrow night.