fallen faces

near the ever changing flow of water
performing scientific displays of motion
when frozen in time
like a voice from the face
of the creek spirit yet to come
one leaf cries
wait for me
and so the mind decides
to isolate the passing


based on the notion of underlying faces everywhere
when the despair in the face found cast away
cried to be identified


instinct driven composition
puts perspective askew
so the mind can try
to make it right