Writing you, I guess,
I'm certainly not here. Anyway, I know I can do this with written word right now, since I failed the spoken. So here it is, from the bowels of the brain:
The man with the white mask above my bed
Wearing that white mask in my head
The white mask of those dead
Following where the white masks would have led
Inheriting white masks of my parent’s dread
Stumbling through the cave masked in white where they bled
Subjugated by white masks and red
Skeletal masks, white, dangled by skin of thread
The dead, purebred masked white, overhead-
Tell me something beautiful,
-R.A. Corney, snippet from "Goodnight, Mars. Goodnight, Mister Rocketman".
This piece is massive, like "Laquearia" and is taking quite a bit of time to compile and reduce down to it's essential components.
#whitemasks #dread #mars #moon #rocketman