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THE MASK
 

The sun has set
The moon rides high
She is not veiled
And I too fly

My mask has gone
It’s torn away
I am vulnerable
Will you stay?

No longer a shelter
My mask is crushed
The noise has gone
The sound is hushed

Society, superficial
Hides its dark
Light always shines
Can you hear?  Hark!

Duality, acceptance
I have journeyed long
The skin is mine
Wholeness……I belong

Will you accept
Someone not afraid
Of darkness, death
Mould and decay?