CornerSunset on this private land Adrift in the ocean Waves kiss the sand And scatters the grain While one leaves his brothers The others remain Knees bent, ground from glass Waiting for the tide to pass.Corner
MaskPaint a face without its eyes Everything unseen is unsuspected Speech is vision full of lies The unseen, myth and nothing more Vacant and full of what once was life Glaze and glaze and gaze in a haze Brown and blue, what looks like you Would be replaced by shape and color Shape and color would quickly fade To fill the world with a single shade Cascading, fading turning black A painted face without its eyes.Mask
