Showing posts with label masks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label masks. Show all posts

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Silver-Tint Photo


...the mask was exactly what she was searching for, exactly
what she needed: a face threaded over her face,
a light threaded over her light.

You speak, and the mask begins to speak,
and the listening takes fire.

Dale Favier

                  Slipping away, between
      restraints.


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Dale's Mask slightly paraphrased, a change of pronoun

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