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#11 Mask

You wear another’s face
painted white
with lips of reddest red
to hide your own.
Now to this sight!
Is this not the time?
Not the place…?
to lie your own bed
and step into light of lime,
to embrace that which is yours,
skin and bone
and long city tours?
Fall into your Wonderland…
And maybe up is down
and white is black
and water only sound
that makes your soul crack,
but that can go:
green from wilted brown,
sun melt greyest snow.
Take off your mask
and show true emotion.
Life is not mere notion,
nor are you in casket
yet - Stunning is your voice!
Not stunned like some
quivering creature,
nor is choice
simply a feature
in someone else’s play.
You are the star -

You are the centre of your universe
and none can otherwise say.
Don’t settle for par,
make it a whole in one! or come
full circle, and inifinity create.
This is your life -
Karma is in play, friend,
and thus I forbid this strife -

for there is no “end”,
no resounding fate, no.
This is your life -
your death -

your soul —
Yours.

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