Mask Based Realism
The mask on top Is more realistic Than the contortions Of a face Pressed within.
Breathe in Dawn, Exhale through Dusk Let go by Dark & begin anew With light’s spark And with heart, repeat.
I forgot to buckle; To surrender in surest form. By letting go of any semblance That I could hold it […]
Under the wasted rubble.
The Messiness of Illusion.
Is there yet another choice But to surrender yourself, Down the corridors of reluctant survival, To protect the family tribal.