How a face
Of ridicule
Morphs
To its own
Ill timed horizon,
Drummed out
In droves,
A wave licking
Itself back,
Curtained
Eyes
Knowing
The
Cessation of
A quick-witted line,
The clapping
Drowning out
Spark plug feelings
Strung to
Lifting quandaries
Rousing a starry veil…