I.
She sees in all directions at once
Even with her hand cupped over her eye
As not to fully see the soiled particulars of
Her past
How the “me” has incriminated some
Of those days
Revolving world around her
Has brought her to the convenience of now

II.
Her back toward the ”I”
Like a wall of clinging bricks
Fragile image edging the plank
Blinded recognition absorbs her
Woman beyond the face
A novelty behind dainty conformity

III.
What does she dream?
She dreams in tuxedos
Of lucent shadows
Of ambiguity

IV.
She looks forward now
Knowing that the light may singe
Her “prospects”
Her image put briefly away
To face its ultimate death