Faces

They ask me what I do, trying to limn who I am. And they tell me what is more, and what is less as I stand, a child in the marketplace, knowing only the simplest of trajectories–that of the heart. Once upon a time, I was naive, then a Fool; now I am a laughing mask, and my eyes are consoled only by the dark spaces of the cosmos.

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