Date Posted:15:51:17 03/02/01 Fri Author:Eowyn Subject: The Masque
An endless exspanse of masked faces
Swirl around the room
turning here
dipping there
Images of others
Images of themselves
Float within the transparent figures
...Faces laughing
souls crying...
All veiled false-faces
To hide from the mirrors ever prying eyes
All afraid-
They know they cannot hide.
The Sould know the truth (or lack thereof)
In the masks
The Souls Know the truth
They are the Mirrors
What does the mirror show-
That the mask hides?
And what does the mask show-
that the mirror will hide
The faces wear masks to hide what is false
vanity...greed...lust...hate.
they know nothing
only fear
The mirrors in the souls cringe
They know the lies
(they wish to be free)
They know the truth-
and cry out
...an endless dance
forever swirling...
Sometimes Looking-but not seeing
Sometimes hearing-but not listening
Sometimes toughing-but not feeling
A tortured, endless game the souls play w/ the faces
-because they must
And you cant help but wonder
In reality,
Which is the mask
And which is the mirror?
