Your Face A Church Poem by GRANT FRASER

A life of dark surprises,
you could say
is underway,

for all of us...

the value of living
to be of some worth,
and not victimised
or hated,

yet so few are error
free, most of us,

especially for those
at liberty,

who utilise their thinking,

where thoughts crash,
a neverendingness...

it's up to you
to decide
what plays, you?

it's the overlap,
or the mask
that eventually falls away,

any second...

for you will melt into
another,
provide miniscule messages,
amidst your moves,

wrench your desires
back! back! back!
like impossible tigers,

life, I'm afraid,
is all like that,
and every face,
hardens, or startles,

flows past like a train...
all the same,

maybe there's just not
enough psychical smash,
in all this,

to be taken seriously...

for every missed chance,
of time,
your own transcendental
moment, shifting clear...

you can't run from it...
not in this present head space,
the "I'm alright Jack tactic",

is futile, and proof, of all you are,
despairing ghost of a self,

it has and will blow you away,
with all the great mystery,
and mastery, of it's historical hold,

I mean great thoughts,
along with bones,
of the brave, felled....