in the hall of mirrors: seventeen

the scream of photons finds, binds and blinds us.
burning away the irrelevancies even as they expose
what we choose and chose and couldn't help but noticing: truth.
lambent tongues and brisant messengers exploding
with a silence and a violence unrelenting, unrepentant.
crossing wires and desires in the hall of mirrors
as we play Perseus, stumbling and fumbling blind
with guidance from a god to never look at what is,
but only the cascade of reflections and imperfections.
the scream of photons deafening as we echolocate our fate.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.