Opaque

I know it is dark outside
but I bear not face it
alone
I compose a picture within a golden frame
- black picturesque

My eyes dance in a glassy stare
to the distant sound of musical
silence
But somehow they lower in a pool
- all wet and obscure

And I see this face
as a vivid picture of my very own self
And the eyes
they are watching me
and so am I

Inside out, whatever
I cannot grasp this
this duplicity
this lack of self-devotion
this classical clich� os a song