A face
     delicate, pale, ghostlike
     like powder -
          no strange clown.
	  no silent mime.
A face speaks volumes
     of its own accord.
the face of the tragic
     (black eyes)
the face of the hopeful
     (white skin)
the face of the raging
     (red soul)
Soul, devil, and angel.
This face crosses boundaries
     touches me
     without mutually understanding
     a single word.
Mind connection -
Inner contact -
     spoken language?
     oh, such things you say.
This face tells me everything.
No, it’s no clown.
     no silent mime
          of mine.