Masks

At last, only fragments remain. Future. Dream. Noise.

And then the noise grows louder. It enters through the eyes, settles in the flesh, presses against the mind until even silence begins to ...

We learn early how to wear the world. Its headlines. Its judgments. Its roles. Its expectations.

The face concealed, adorned with grace, flowers dense, like forms impressed.
What’s real, what’s false, erased in space, the soul behind...

In the evening, when the world quiets down, I can finally take off my mask. Who would have thought that it is the very darkness within me...