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Poetry by Fa Ming (of the Garden State)

The Mask

(writen in resonse to a friend)

The mask is placed upon the face,
yet envelopes all of me.
For, with no disguise, how would your eyes
handle what they see?

I am yesterday, tomorrow, today,
I am all that will ever exist...
the tears you fear, the noise you hear,
a long awaited kiss.

For you, I bend; to you, I extend
my million tentacle hands--
they grab you, feel you, show how to heal you
so you may understand...

Why.

I wear the mask, so you Can ask
Truth to seep into your mind--
"I Am" is all you need to call
and Eternity you will find.

 
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