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i know the mask you wear

is not you

nor are the hilarious snorts

silly giggles and screams:

the real you—beautiful

soul—earlier reflected itself…

a mask can not reflect

what it is not—veiling

 that which it can never be—

so I sit here in contemplation

of the task ahead

to bring back you—to bring

you back—from the influence

of the demon spirit

controlling and leading you

away from the true you…

leaving me tenaciously chasing

that phantom spirit

chasing you

trying to dissolve your grasp

of self—leaving a lost soul

in search of its navel beginning…

while the waters of time

may dissolve the crystals of pain

the keloids of memory remain

and though without limits

time takes timed time

in its tic-tock melting…

meanwhile i sit here

beseeching the sacred power

to grant me divine wisdom

and guidance in the mission…

a challenge faced with warrior hope

and the tenaciousness of valiant faith

that this cross too

shall soon know the emptiness of inevitable

resurrection…

we are all of the family

of the bare cross—its healing spirit

forever with us—

if it were not so there’s no way

i would be sitting here

penning purpose preparation …

p.s.:  a wiser one once wrote:

          you only need to seek and

          you shall find…

          you only need to ask and

          it shall be given…

          you only need to knock and

          the door shall be opened…