Roomaskin

LETRA

Roomaskin

I'll die without my mask
for death is life's theatre:
a veilless oriental girl
lost in time's escapeless drifts.
Crushed world's blood
wet the closed doors of eden,
upward waterfalls into
closed mental spaces.
Where's my heaven ?
roomaskin, snakeskin, frames in oblivion.
Room mask skin.