The Picture Slave -

Painted

Picture-plain

Fallen Eve that I am

What can I feel

When the light starts to fade

And the glass clears?

No history

In the face on the wall

Made of moments

Silvered secrecy

Can’t escape what I do

I create to delay

Time

Pays its way

And the face on the wall

Matches moments

And does she cry

Two-dimensional tears

Comprehending?