Another Interlude?

I met a shaman last night

Who stated he shaped my faces from clay.

Day by day my face was assigned.

Angered by knowledge, desperate for truth

I clawed off my clay mask

Gazed at my true reflection

There was nothing but a stranger


Published by unbreakablekitten

Headed East towards the horizon

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