Friday, January 3, 2014
Outside Language
When you're out of things to say,
Something goes beyond stating.
From the void a countenance emerges,
From something it has forgotten.
When a face forgets the color of its mask,
It's time to paint another.
Do not fold away into a flower,
Escape into the snake eye's reflection.
(to be cont.)
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