I extricate myself
from the burden-mask
I was always carving,
but never finishing,
though always wearing,
the one that was always gnawing,
always heavy,
and it falls to the ground
with a thud.
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I extricate myself
from the burden-mask
I was always carving,
but never finishing,
though always wearing,
the one that was always gnawing,
always heavy,
and it falls to the ground
with a thud.
Just an excellent poem…it was very poignant!