I have many faces

I have many faces,
morning thinness travel to light
regal day, hubris springs the brow,
puffed midnight pulled by weights
and ashen dashed
waxed by snow.

I remember, and remembrance then moves
liveliness for faces traveling overpowered
then I grasp for fear of losing face.

Calmness settles, concrete tasks descend the brow
to fall in hardship lines around the eyes,
and swollen bags of sleep
pouring on morning
on a new thinness for meeting dog.