One year I unsaw my face:
No face, no mirrors
For the best of a winterโs season,
With Christmas come and gone
I let the new year slowly pass
Until one grey misty morning
I found courage hanging low
And so I took
And so I pilfered
The truth from the horned beast
That was my image.
One year I unsaw my face:
In no mirrors,
For far too long,
In cracked mirrors
I saw anotherโs,
No face to call my own,
No place to hide the hidden
Truth of a lost self:
White-bearded,
Aged,
Faceless
Fool
