Steel your glance, after the peak falls the glimpse,
fails the glamour to produce its
effect, desire dissipates, distance spreads
an eclipse, reflects a film’s end.
Silver tragedian winking mirrors,
your glimmer syncs conversations
into silent imitation no one
witnesses, no one hears offend.
Your mind speaks with deafening diffidence
when bleeding confident keeps knees
weakened, yet in your decline these questions
of appearances we accept.
It is as if being weak perceptions
into petrified belief blind success.