a face made of glass

by Samuel Derrick Rosen

A face made of glass, photographed in rain,
etched upon it
the sayings of the blind
and worlds
that do not imprison
but are themselves imprisoned

Not a hint of equilibrium
Just a skeleton
of a fully-evolved life
in an atmosphere
of heightened awareness

Its tears
(I think they are tears)
are but motifs
of an imperfect paradise
and jealousies of the gods

There are poisons that are antidotes
to other poisons
A mouth that says it is independent
is antithesis of independence
In the end all returns

to a face made of glass, photographed in rain.