Scene three

Everything a disguise for the look.
Literally everything: music, taste, perfumes, touch
even the most surprising spark.
Without a sixth sense how can you glorify life?
How are you to find the backdoor on the facades?

Everything is spotless.
Love maybe fated to have two sides
but this doesn’t involve a gold coin.
And if it does, look at it straight out.
As though a costly way.