Mask

Ochre

I sweat within mt mask

you get all the jokes right, pissing on all my contrary and

leaving none for me for self

And as time walks while you were waiting

why when you tolied so



I came from the inside out

from where I hid my buried ways

and now open the buried ways of child

skin from an old face breathe again



I seem so long in days I dwelt within my flesh cell

The crawlspace within another

to live and know that face is dead

and in time walk through my layers

through while you toiled so



I came from the inside out

from where I hid my buried ways

and now open the buried ways of child

I've dwelt the years inside my head



I guess I know, word can't be without the truth to heal this,

mind solvent to one mind

I guess I know I hid I stole, buried self

I embrace what must be

Greet my face and live from... the inside out