Transparency

And the world
so masked and tightly so
has lost eye
in the ancient art of eye-holing
so lost
that face is missed for mask
and mistaken for face,
for eye is not of socket
but lens
exquisitely chiseled
so light will stop just outside skin
hit mask
and warp;
we see so much
that we see none
and name it 'transparency'.

[from the collection 'Some texts are made of leaves,' shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2011]


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