Ornate Eyes

Ornate and open. Fixed gold on the wall, fixed faith aesthetic for all my secret freedoms. Fixed frame memory for all my screaming one-and-all’s, my sex and silence, tears and falls. My inhibitions, intuition, blaring blues and favorite songs, I’m angry, anxious, tired, small…and always there you are. Looking back, invited into warm voyeur. A reflection of quiet conspiracy and Delphic disclosure.
Mirror.
Mirror.