Faces in the Wall

I see faces in the wall
Peering out at me from other dimensions
Faces from the past, the future
Twisted and in pain, laughing and smiling
Weeping and pining, and some singing silently
These merry, moribund and omniscient countenances are not on the wall
Make no mistake- they are in the wall.

If time is truly a continuum, as I have heard them say
Then there are an infinite number of faces
None are ever added or removed
Like the distant denizens of the constellations
The light from some has not reached us yet
While others, long since extinguished refuse to succumb to the surrounding blackness
Still taunting us from their phantom firmament.

If I had the power, and perhaps I do
I could learn much from the faces in the wall
How I strive to comprehend them
To learn their pasts and my future
To hear their soundless speech and strained mutterings
But maybe it’s all the product of a fevered mind and when I look away and look back
I’ll once again be staring at paint and plaster.