I think that thing is supposed to be a looking glass for it (whatever it is) to look through it at you. Somebody from the abyss - a devil, perhaps - is watching what you are doing. When you die, it will capture your soul.
It is refreshing, once again to read your highly stylized poetic thoughts. This one is a cautionary statement that leaves me baffled. As does the image. What is that on the tip of that elongated toothpick? Food?
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Destiny's gemstones.
Excellent write, Jude, as always.
Stay Safe there in NYC.
Carolyn
I think that thing is supposed to be a looking glass for it (whatever it is) to look through it at you. Somebody from the abyss - a devil, perhaps - is watching what you are doing. When you die, it will capture your soul.
Sandie
Ron