Resident Animal

I’m tempted not to state my interest

Moons sky brings me back to reality

Barren buildings and owned killings

Faces swapped so none can see

Masks are commonplace and I know them more by this icon than a so called real face

Mulling over my inability to make my way

Yoga music playing on the railway

I have a mask as seen by you

No one else knew that my mask was so true to my real face

Brilliance from the knife spliced into silver flesh, flesh of the new

Splashed on the rocks and a darker rotting core-flute, blue blood, red blood, all mix

We all woke, mention ash falling on asleep birds

Climbing stairs is my new pastime

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