X - Vis-À-Vis (Face To Face) - Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw
Suddenly, through a veil of tears I saw the knave.
Wearing guilt across a blighted face:
Like the ambitious wife hiding wrong and blood;
vile stubborn stain, longing to vanish.
Vainglorious conquests! Viewed from here; assonine
exploits with multiple illusions.
A magician with a box of tricks opening
up on the darkest day; winding down
to deeper proceedings. Charmed, stinking essence;
transparent, I saw the knave; hidden.
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