In the midst of becoming
we all open ourselves to
opposing possibilities;
choosing what not to choose.

Our faces: fused pasture of
unshaped light,
faces ever willing to immerse
in the stirring world of mistrust.

We have learnt it that way,
the art of surviving/thriving
on facial expressions
substituting opposite for the original.

That is our grat strength;
the still-life faces like
skulls without jaws
concealing lethal weaponry.

We time placements just as
we place timings;
we are hung comfortably on
right side of wrong tracks and vice versa.

Wholeness of original faces
like plummeted drop of water
another possibilty
to present original faces?