I
The definitions were placed
Like strips of cloth
Soaked in plaster
Pressed into the constructed mold
The fingers pushing the frayed edges
Intentions filling rather than created
The viewer picks the method
Of observations
The mold is easy to pick up
Look through broken eyes
Shaping the viewer instead
These instincts of self reflection
Are betrayals
Why use me to see yourself?
II
The haze in the photographs
Hides the lines at odds
The face crooked, smiling unease
Like a bear in the cage
Claws in eyes
Filter yourself
It is not me anyhow
We are not these surfaces
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