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I am working on a series of masked figures. I love masks and designing them. I hope to make some eventually out of papier mache and multimedia.

This is just the rough sketch, but I really wanted to post these. I'll move to scraps when I get the finished image out. Both the image and poem are subject to change.
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(Title of the poem is the same as the submission picture)

The mask I placed emanates whether my eyes are closed or open.
The form that it takes evocates sense and self beyond words spoken.
This muse pours forth freely like a flash and scatters to and fro.
All this light and darkness flickers like lightning; static crackling so...
It’s like the late time when the day caresses the sky at the same moment
As the night and so it is early but either way you are tired. Movement
Makes for stiff joints or was it the stillness? I thought I knew which one.
My eyes are open but I wish they would close instead of blinking.
For all I wish it was time for no time. It feels like I’m sinking.
But I’m just drifting not fast or slow but towards some pull. Possible.
There’s a soft burn but no flame to feed it, wait or rock it, rocket?
Mossybull!
It broke.
Well, I broke it. I liked the path when I had a line to follow.
But the structure worn a little rigid; a bit hard to swallow.
Jeez, why’s it so late that it’s early?

Description
I am working on a series of masked figures. I love masks and designing them. I hope to make some eventually out of papier mache and multimedia.

This is just the rough sketch, but I really wanted to post these. I'll move to scraps when I get the finished image out. Both the image and poem are subject to change.
_______________________________________________________

(Title of the poem is the same as the submission picture)

The mask I placed emanates whether my eyes are closed or open.
The form that it takes evocates sense and self beyond words spoken.
This muse pours forth freely like a flash and scatters to and fro.
All this light and darkness flickers like lightning; static crackling so...
It’s like the late time when the day caresses the sky at the same moment
As the night and so it is early but either way you are tired. Movement
Makes for stiff joints or was it the stillness? I thought I knew which one.
My eyes are open but I wish they would close instead of blinking.
For all I wish it was time for no time. It feels like I’m sinking.
But I’m just drifting not fast or slow but towards some pull. Possible.
There’s a soft burn but no flame to feed it, wait or rock it, rocket?
Mossybull!
It broke.
Well, I broke it. I liked the path when I had a line to follow.
But the structure worn a little rigid; a bit hard to swallow.
Jeez, why’s it so late that it’s early?