DOMINO MAN

The Soul can look into the Light,
bathe in the flowing beams
pouring forth satiating streams
to the surrounding Night

Soul peers without restraint
or fear (that its resounding Glow
might echo A Mortal Blow
against the grain )

Out of its crystal fireball: Truth
might assail Soul's so absorbing face
(so full of Shade and Grace,
shaped in Perpetual youth)

but never leaves imprints there:
--Soul's just a mask that often sets
its drenching look staring into (a Truth we fear
will drown us, yet), herself (never gets wet! )