Mortal @ Wabi-Sabi
Don’t call me an angel. Don’t look
Right into the light.
It will wash in your every nook
And does not need your sight.
Rather see the vessel. Can you see
Where the light has soldered gold?
The cracks in my eyes give history
Of a woman you can hold.
In a world that can only settle
For the very latest model
Captive of the light, can you be