Masks, beautiful, for the best Venice carnival
they move a little and behind you peek a face
or behind a face the mask
sitting at this table there’s one
marvellous
with feathers and gems, colours and decorations
held so tight, a second skin
look attentively, don’t look away
don’t blink
when it loosens, so little, oh so little,
there’s the face… the real mask:
blank and features missing.
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