Analysis of "So Many Faces"

The second Glance was quick.
The motives sullen real or a trick;plenty of Games pains like a little prick.

So many options out of context assemble
Leaves devotion so shallow we tremble.
Madness common e'r day such a gamble.

Truth or dare corners your lair.
Trouble is your hair a quiz.
Once invested in magic uncontested
The new faith your heart is deep and
                              crested.

Homer's tragedy laid the republic a myth.
Epic new strategy electro magnetic sad or
                              Just drift.
Then so bleak the dust of Marys a cry
                              Of rich conceited tales
                                that drain and float to
                                Faces starved and
                                 craven.

Then another question a friend or foe,
And galantly searching hope becomes a
                                  snow.
Heart stopping lost connection of memory  
                                   and curved perfection.

The rack of all the dancers become a past;
A fuzz among all the channels like sheep
From spaced shadowed so fast.

Almost two hundred fit more in your wit
Many more are lost.
Still waiting to look desire in the faces
                                Laced mirrors foil empty
                                 spaces.
Tomorrow wills so sure the grace of
                                splendor.
Truth be certain another curtain hopes
                                replaced and new faces.