See the actor became the liar.
The lessons learned propose a fresh perspective:
adopt gold through sewn doubts
and an image limited to the pen’s mouth.
The great irony comes to play
that when rendered digitally
a mask is only half full,
the glass even less,
with regrets in a cavalcade cascading,
dried anxiety pictured in the ink.
Taken only in the passing of strangers,
there’s no more than a particle of dust on the eye.
No consequences from the gallery.
Internalized by the closer figures,
the better parts portray frustration alone,
abandoning understanding to save their own deaths.
Kept in perfect order, then, when spoken to.
Ambulance sirens call warnings from the profile.
Invisible eyes follow for more;
present eyes leave for less.
( ❤ Mitch)