I have destroyed my face;
Early in my life
it was already too late.
At 20 it was already too late
At 20 I began to age
This aging, I saw it
subtle yet brutal
spread across my features
One by one it spread across them
this new face I was to keep
its contours the same while
the youthful matter all slowly destroyed.
I don’t remember which day it was
when I realized that nothing lasts
that perfection is for just a moment
before the downward slope begins.