Faces in their simplest form,
Scrubbed
clear of paint
or wordless expressions,
Reduced to
geometric shapes
and digital bits,
Abide by surface
recognition as an intent.
But faces in
their protean forms,
Hidden in
night shadows,
Protected
with masks to shield the breath,
Covered for transformation,
Disguised to
conceal,
Veiled in secrecy,
Leave exposed
the deep, blazing eyes
that are “the windows to our souls” and
harbors of fear and suspicion.
©cmheuer, November, 2020
