Epiphanies

one's young
and one thinks
beauty and personal love:
it's all that matters
then
everything breaks apart:

the only thing that holds one
together is one's faith
in God:

for think you
thou that
love holds things together,
NO
it's the control of a divine entity
the third party
as an encounter of wonder
lightflakes
raining down from the highest of all
heavens.

I pray that all my characters
become not faces that people
can wear to feel special
or beyond special:

in longing lies the shadows
of death,
the pinnacles of one
own discrete
affections?