April 6th, 2004

Mask

Light

The face of light, once veiled, is becoming ever clearer in my mind. The color of my vision; often yellow but sometimes orange or green or white, is coming to my consciousness, and saturating everything I see.






The dark behind my eyes is now not black but green, slashes of yellow cutting across the shape of my vision.
My perception is shifting, and suddenly the mutable reaches from my imagination to reality of this world.





Last night, I whispered to you, miles away. My masterpiece, we have fooled them!



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