‘X’ marks the spot,
returned to now since the last time.
Nothing has changed,
Though everything has changed.
Me.
You.
For Better.
For Worse.
For Richer.
For Poorer.
Returned to the Sea,
The Sea of Love.
Enough now.
Hoc est vivere bis vita posse priore frvi.
x
He’s wearing a white porcelain mask that is so white and so cold
But cracks have appeared with its use going on into a silver anniversary now.
In some places, small sections have chipped away, either through stress, force
Or pressure – as the dust settles on an uneasy audience.
The white face sometimes looks sad with a touch of distress
As it continually curses its existence, but realises it’s necessity.
It wants the player to move from the Introduction to the Main Act,
But knows, with this, brings measures of terror, anger and sadness.
So the mask remains resolute and continues to wear,
As it’s wearer remains silent and gasps for fresh air.
If you stare into the cracks you might catch a glimpse of what lies dormant underneath.
Beneath sits a warm, proud and happy face.
It twitches from continual discomfort and prays for the mask to shatter
So that it can stretch open its jaw, bear its teeth and let out a cry – ‘existence’.
With a shake of its neck you can smell honey, fire and sandstone.
The eyes are alive, alert and the colour of blazing amber,
As it peers out into the world and seeks out only fairness and justice.
His breath is warm, it penetrates and brings life to lifelessness.
There is a magnificent Lion, that is so beautiful and so gold,
But he’s wearing a white porcelain mask that is so white and so cold.
[Written 30 November 2001]
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