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Inside of the Mask
© July 23, 2008, Roy Stucky

The maelstrom that emerges when I close my eyes
Is made from every image that has passed inside.
The logical pretender sinks while spirits rise
To usher in the king the metal drones denied.

The whirl of every water that my stride has crossed
Has tangled up the nature of my years of loss.
The spray can etch the air like faces drawn in frost
With deeper lines that cut beneath the surface gloss.

When I fall to my knees
Having drained every cask,
Then my sight only sees
The inside of the mask.
When I let it all go,
When I drop every task,
Vision only will show
The inside of the mask.

Deeds return to question direction,
Life’s regard exceeds our intention
To choose where we’ll begin.
Who can say how streams run together?
Who can use our dreams as a lever
To move the world within?

When I fall to my knees
Having drained every cask,
Then my sight only sees
The inside of the mask.
When I let it all go,
When I drop every task,
Vision only will show
The inside of the mask.

 


Quotations

"When the mind roams up and down in the ever-elastic regions of evanescent invention, any definite form or feature can be assigned to the multitudinous shapes it creates out of the incessant dissolvings of its own prior creations..."
Herman Melville

 


Bibliography

God (forever and ever)
The Holy Bible

Herman Melville (1819-1891)
Pierre (1852)