694. GLASS SKIN

GLASS SKIN
Awake like the dead from the suffering ground;
encased in their ages, soiled in their winding
cloths. Break down the barriers of which
you've been heard talking and speaking.
Belittle the mourners.

Roll back the stone.
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Before real light is ever to
appear, the Magic Juggler
first needs to take
the stage.
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His home is an oasis of fragments,
a distant place of martyrs and bones.
Some cloth of faith - it is to be
supposed - would be covering
his face until that very
final moment.