Hollow

Hollow







Metallic faces float throughout the air in front of you.

Sometimes in the daytime, other times during the night.

Sometimes leaving you with a warm feeling.

Other times leaving you feeling cold and hard.



You are in a chair at your dining room table

though somehow you have never been here before.

You look up from your plate,

eyes hollow, metallic.



Once, before the hollow times

you knew play.

Now an itch remains and though you scratch and scratch

it just will not go away.



So you sit in meditation

and you see faces made of flesh.

The faces talk to you and guide you.

Afterwards, when you look in a mirror

your eyes are not hollow anymore.



But time does not always allow for meditation

so you slowly ebb back,

back to reality.

Back to hollow and metallic.



Hollow eyes hold hollow lies within surprise.



You are a collector

while also being one of the collected.

You could meet your person

if you could turn back the hands of time.



Sometimes we all find ourselves seeing metallic faces.





--msl2023