Be still

If your roots should collapse
perish upon a fixed bite
decaying beauty
her faulty decline
an unsightly truth
sleeps in the broken
mother of pearly misconception

just as your hair wanders
slips like a secret
through parted lips
and before unseeing eyes
blind to the time
that's been wasted
would you still care
to be here like this
beside the telling glass
because there is something outside
that shakes and distorts
the monsters we've become