1…2…3…faces
1…2…3…faces I am counting 1…2…3… faces. You only see two but I see three. Maybe it’s because you only have two eyes. It’s not like I have three, nooo not at all. It’s because I see and perceive.
I am like a Quartz time piece, a clock. Having the hour, minute and second hand. Some concerned with hours and minutes, Others with seconds only. When they listen they hear only a tick and a tock. They never hear it chime in bold voice, ‘’To Death, To Death.’’ To it’s own death and to whose?
1…2…3… faces I see them. Two in the clear, one I hide. You see what I want to see. You see what you want to see. But have you ever shone light on a shadow?
How many faces exist on a coin? They boldly answer, ”Two.” You see only a head and a tail. That whole abdomen linking the two you don’t see it. That third circular face of a coin I perceive. 1…2...3… faces it is.
