We try to strip away a bit each day
to find what lies behind the mask,
are we defined by man made things that
such delving brings us some relief?
This quibbling over what is right
this nibbling below the skin,
this wanting,needing
seeds of light.

Unleash the night in me
if I cannot see
I cannot feel the pain again
will not tax my brain with thoughts
of excellence,
take my blue eyes turn them grey,
strip me,rip me from the day
I do not see
nor care to see
the mask
the mask
unmasks in me the ask I ask myself to be.

I strip a little more,
nearer
coming to the core,
the pip
the seed
the overwhelming need to know,
the mask drops
time stops
end.