Palm-smooth cheek,
I replicate
The Pinch
in facial distortion.
The Mirror
holds my error,
reasoning,
a solid image
of the trouble…
ghostly night-
battling The Beaked.
Schizophrenia
has no Stench?
nor Craftsman’s hands
capable of Master.
The more explanation
the murkier the result…
the Envy of Spirits,
and Necromancy
of Lower Rib
realm-dips
solely in the feeling.
Grimace, And The Spirit Of Proportion
for ‘The Heads’ of Messerschmidt, of course