A face is not a stranger’s face,
which masks us and hides us
(or marks and divides us) in place;
A face is on our lips, that lies to us-
(but this is not the face) of who we are.
The faces on our faces now distort us-
dour, they transport us ~ too far.
A face is a face is a face - never mind “us.”
And face this ~ we must.
We must.
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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