Mar 25, 2018
mourning salutations
every season has its own transcendance
transcendance of trancendence
she woke up and turned her third face to the sun
first face come on slow in stages as she moved through her home
second face to family as she came down dressing through the house
she woke up and turned her third face to the sun
the third face we all show to no one
the question then remains
she woke up on the third day and turned her third face toward the sun
did she dare ever look upon it herself
the japanese say we all have three faces
a toast, then : to the world to the family closeness to no one
a toast to the faceless day, then
