The Face

     – in inure place –

by Boris Grigoriev

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The Face

– in inure place –

I see the face,
Now as in life
In inured place,
Eased of strife 
To rid of waste,
As dubious rife
In rawest sense,
Like stiletto knife
Inflicts offence,
To callous tense…

As face reflects
A raced journey,
Creates an image 
To fixate markedly, 
Begs want end travel 
Of memories passing,
Finds scold bold arrival 
Of phantoms trespassing, 
As tho one’s fate be trivial
In the face of an inured place,
The gods rendered us negligible! 

                                                                      © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Imagery – Wikimedia Commons

Music – Wikimedia Commons, Rainy Jazz & Rain Sounds

Audio – Jean-Jacques Fournier, April 3, 2022

                                                                          ov written in Montréal
                                                                              February 8, 2002