What We Gild, We Can Deny

Faces of glass

Glide past,

With perfect

See-through flaws.

Spotless crystal beauty

Snapping at the jaws.

Seamless masks

Strapped to gowns and slacks

And silk woven pasts,

All lying about their future.

Glazed over shining

Curved glass and sutures.

They glimmer, safe,

From a distant grace.

They go on,

From so far back,

Reflecting in reply

Through the cracks.

Author's Note

An interesting exercise in form for me.