Sitting still
nowhere near water
I am drowning.
Behind this mask
which holds my face impossibly still.
A porcelain figurine.
(Such suspension is a cultivated work of art.)
But cracks are forming beneath -
Minor splinters and wells
where the salty water runs
red at times,
poisonous at others.
A tribute to the artist
That the mask from without
Does not betray the lake of daily dying
Which flows beneath.
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