So Many Faces.

So many faces in the mirror So many strangers in view Long forgotten projects Traveling in foreign lands. Half forgotten affairs of heart Women who will never know Some subtlety to comprehend Immensity of futile tenderness Sufficed by accumulated years. High afternoons of boredom Shadowy depressions in dreams Elucidation of some high art Negligence of a life in disrepute. Pale stricken dead leaves Broken shards of deaden smiles Crumbling litters when salvaged In the gaudy annals of the futile.