How can one expression

Or look

Close down the soul

Like a book reaching

It’s end

Final page turned

And a refection

Of what was read is


How can it be that

The soul is so easily

Affected by what

It cannot see

That slowness

Of retraction

Of the mind

Creeping in until

Finally you find

Yourself behind

Your shadowed eyes

Which have been infected

By the look of


Making you feel as if you

Will never recover from

The blow

How can it be that

So much can be

Known from a look

Or expression