I'll die without my mask
For Death is Life's theatre:
A veilless oriental girl
Lost in time's escapeless drifts.
Crushed world's blood
Wet the closed doors of Eden,
Upward waterfalls into
Closed mental spaces.
Where's my Heaven?
Roomaskin, snakeskin, frames in Oblivion.
Room Mask Skin.
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