Face Value

Face Value choice ribbons out the low tide blessing reveals an image dressed in dust hypnotic turning towards the reply "you are not there" here in a four syllable open tinted window kind of place words float off along a floor of shifting memory both now and then weak and strong a heavy book is on the table leather bound embossed it's why I've come to sit here shotgun straight in another man's coat the metal voice continues "not much to go on" back and forth crawls down the eastern wall twice two squared in the mirrored glass if I said just what I am the coiled verb I'm hanging from would snap my penciled face I want to erase the air revise the hunted owl that haunts the burnt out forest