A poem about how manage our facial expressions – prompted by the show “Lies to Me”.
But the voices are flawed
Hand to Hand
But the Eyes stay blank
Drawn and Quartered
3 parts live in memory
1 part blackened veil
a visionary voice
floats in the firmament
quavering, perhaps
but the pictures stays perfect
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