Verse - 23 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Novel Ball-Point Pen,
Writes in the Way of the Sword
And is still Mighty.

Salwart Persona,
Un-able to Recognise
His own Soul-Mirror.

My own Prayer-Rope,
I count with each Knotted Bead
To Lighten my Sins.

Cellular Ringing,
I will Answer when Needed
When the Line is Dead.

My Prime Indulgence,
Would later soon Dissipate
Into a Prayer.

Mirror, let me Be.
Rather than Showing my Face,
Try Showing me Yours.