Woven fashionably under a hat The face of the beautiful and the damned Folded hope, rage, and

love at the edges Drawn in stencil and chiseled into a flat An Oval that re appeared to my mind Or to your’s or anybody else’s The subject was lost and confused somewhere underground the lava of an island A Disc carved from soapstone, in a ripple, its layered-upon and circular flesh dripped and inverted dipped and inverted beckoning as if it were edible

The purpose of artifices are silk Decorously laden with attribute.