A porcelain mask,
stretched taut across bone and grace,
a surface of light where shadows play.
Is beauty a shield, or a blade?
A quiet power,
held within the gaze.
From temples rise
the intricate spirals,
like ancient script.
Noble in their curve,
or hinting at depths
where silence howls.
Decorative whispers, or a crown
for a kingdom unseen?
Her stare,
a deep well,
mirrors not, but absorbs,
drawing breath from the air you breathe.
It delves beyond the skin,
past the quickened pulse,
to the soft un-truths.
And there,
between the brows,
the third sun dawns.
An iris unfurled,
a lens to the beyond.
It pierces the veil of now,
sees the threads of what was,
and the whispers of what will be.
A silent knowing,
a truth sought,
and eternally found.
Story and art by Damian Smith
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