Everyman-s

A small face
Of somebody
I have seen
Somewhere else
Wrinkling in space
Of curved time
Among the woods
In bonfire

As time shrinks
Wrinkling and bending
Over the unassuming face
I see the curved space
Smiling in fuzzy wrinkles
Receding back and forth
Wayfaring hardly
Into my indexing eyes
To celebrate the bonfire
Among the woods

And I see the defaced space
Hiding in shy of time
And here it ends once
And for all to see all at once
The reign of time closing
In on the sapphire blue
Of the imperial space
Curved inwardly
Into the womb of the bonfire

Outwardly in vain glory
Of the empire
Reigning in the jungle
Of woods on fire
In spaces of ruing time
Whizzing past
The defaced semblance
That I had seen once
In semlance of sureal dream.

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