Split face - eye gold staring smoke smell, curling Lord they watch, brother, listening stone, waiting, cool grey upon the brass upon the wood Smile, it was said a contract made denied now, if I can, to turn away lift hand a no - a space to hold within, softening breath opens in return those eyes watch - forget that telling - deafen to this need, noticed, known bring to the eye call out, truth mine
Splitface
![Illustration of the poem Splitface by Luitha Tamaya, with half a face of the author shown as a self portrait surrounded by imagery from the poem.](http://luithatamaya.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/EE4C59AF-9E57-42EF-A8A8-CA33318027C2-scaled.jpeg)