BEHIND EVERY FACE
Do you see him?
Do you hear her?
No, all you see is you
All you hear is noise
Behind every face
Is the promise of truth
Behind every pair of eyes
is the terrible proof – of our inconsequence
When the door knocks
Do you not answer?
When the finger points
Bright is the reflection in the mirror
Behind every facet
is the interminable racket
His face
Her face
Your face
What do you really see?
What really feeds the orifice
of your listening device?
I thought so.