The shadowless

Philosophers never die.

They crave the youth they had - yesterday's.

And find their purpose being.

They wonder about being in love.

And write letters to their mother.

Wondering where it all went wrong.

Set in place of what's yet to come...

They fail to see gods image.

Instead they ask,

that god show his face.

Knowing without taking their own mask off,

that god will not be fooled.

God is clever this way.

So to wear these masks,

one by one.

Is a scared gift.

The colors that the world paint behind the mask.

Not on.

But for tribal effect.

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Let's go back,

rewind to my first love.

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Was it found the first gaze your mom's eyes first laid on you.

And if so,

Are you not suspended in disbelief at the thought.

Where your first contact with love was met with your mother.

(End.)