let there be silence
as if there isn't enough
let there be movement
as if silence compels that leap of faith
let there be means to reach some inward Beauty
as if a sleeping princess lies naked to the gaze
i will not admire
i will not lust
but upon her lips shall I rest my soul on
and may she wake
unto silence
with faith
and sees the toad as the kisser
the acknowledgment will be swift
the love will remain
and their bodies shall be destroyed
and all that are left
silence
faith
and love everlasting


our faces, like tombstones of our soul,
are superficial information of some alien beings
i cannot confess who i am
i am myself a grave of myself
a clown to the eye
an assassin of the soul
my wrinkles and pimples cannot tell you the trauma i had
my flushes of red cannot tell you the person i think of
my (un)moving mouth cannot tell you/me what i mean
i am my own kingdom
my face, the castle walls.
(all around me)
and i cannot see my back like i see my front
i hate reflections
and i am one myself
can my face teach me love?
if not can my gaze stop loving my own face?
i am, at once, hidden behind and behind my face
my insecurities frozen behind
i am lost with my face
without it i am not me
with it i am me
i am found with my face
i see you
do you see me?
i do not see you
nonetheless
will you love me?
will i love me?
will i love you?
will me love she?
will i love she?
will me love her.
will i love her?
will she love i?
will she love me?
will you love i?
will her love she?
it goes on.