Cotton wool fog by Anne Howe
Can you hear the silence Touch the thought Or see the peoplesÂ’ voices Through the cotton wool fog?
With a mind seized in the grip Of numbing constriction Shadow of a shadow Overcoat worn on the inside
Looking out through eyes Behind the slits of the mask Your body is heavy with the plated armour Of that self which walks the streets Leaving thought behind
Downtrodden and cast into An inner place of stupefied stillness Controlled by the energy of the genderless mask You wander, awaiting release From its tentacled grip Unable to experience clarity of mind Or a sense of being.
..............Alone..............
08/10/2002 Posted on 08/10/2002 Copyright © 2024 Anne Howe
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