Who walks alone

Who walks unseen

Between the violet

And the green

'eliot'




Mask Of Scars

Beneath a mask of scars 

Souls sort through onion layered lives

Sleep in blinds some searching 

Some avoiding

Light that heals

Light that burns,

Body props up broken vessels 

Vessels of blood

Vessels of earth

And the sea is a siren calling forth

Shining heralds of an infinite name 

Like Light calls to the stars 

Beneath a mask of scars *





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-12-07 at 23:13

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