You can gather faces

Pile them up high

Line them up end to end

A stretch of road

A mountain of physical perfection

(And some God-awful misadventures)

You can get lost in talk unite divide

Taste hunger drive smile to smile delirium

But hell

One day

You fall on something else

Some other thing part made of skin

And part a tortured mind

Then

Only then

You trade everything in

Every remembering connection-

Present future bygones all

Handed over in the mad rush

To feel perfection

Then you're screwed

Nothing left but this craving

Abandonment of self to One

Who need only trace a finger to create

A liquid masterpiece

You stand within without

Observing pleading saying "Never

Never stop this meandering over

My flesh my mind"