Homo Sapiens
Is the one species
That can shed its skin
For the time being
Then unmolt again
The superficial
Stripping and donning
Of blinds and costumes;
The coy play of masks –
Only metaphor
We unbind, unhinge
Unfilter and break
In moments of need.
Step forward, and back
To primal beings
When at last laid bare,
Raw, exposed, wanting,
Know the discarded
Membrane is in fact
Our humanity
Etiquette peeled off.
Civilization
And inhibitions
Dropped by the wayside
To pick up… later
How is it, after
These blazing moments
We manage return;
Willfully submit
To re-cocooning?
Reason. At what cost?
To be rebottled ,
Wound back up again.
Put masks back over
Our fierce, true visage.
Will there come a day
We’ll refuse return,
Stay wild, emergent?
I ask myself this
Each day I’m with you.
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Raz,
a very deep thought, very well expressed in poesy.
Paul.
so intensely moving.
“our fierce, true visage”
what a lovely line, that.
we put a mask over that…at what cost? (to avoid scaring the children? :) the neighbors? )
i loved this, Raz.
nilla
Wow… this is really beautiful. Gorgeous, affecting words. Nice work Raz.
This is both powerful and beautiful. Thank you.
Heartachingly beautiful.
very beautiful and well written. reminds me of a poem written for book “tick tock” by dean koontz. it speaks of the shedding of skin for a different reason; freedom & free choice. well done.
p.s. i would like to be able to read what is labeled under the Obsidian Lens. may i please have a password?
thank you.