The Beholder

light strikes beneath the cracks spiral maps trace broken glass splinter and refract mirror to a view a fleeting likeness an image to please the beauty you see bows to the lie gives in believe inspires a disguise as a smile to greet destiny frees the willing to need sight of a dream keep us serene tossed hearts of stone skip the surface battered to beat the sinking weight plunges deep ripples the water break adrift bittersweet hands of a river surrender to feed a thread of device sewn of means seam to seam the intricate scheme pull laces upon strings reap an infinite weave a gathered neat strangled remedy Terry D’Arcy-Ryan