(YOUR) MASK

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I knew you were in there

somewhere, underneath that

elaborate mask, one you thought

clever enough to disguise all

remnants of a self left behind,

one that broke you into

shards,

facets,

planes,

one with no single fixed view,

a disassembled version of you,

a static avalanche of gestures

paused midstride, a labyrinth of

words unspoken, second thoughts

you thought were

hermetic,

cryptic,

impenetrable,

the shattered planes unsettling,

redefining the old guard.

Yet, I detect some disintegration,

scaffolding giving way to a more

layered view, one that incorporates

the use of

shape,

form,

space,

to stitch together a face

I see ageing to match the mask.

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