Symbol

We all have a face
a face lighted by the moonlight
as by glowing fire.
This face is what we become,
the world marks as it wishes.
We become what marks it.
Love, lies, lifted light
stray on the braces
of our far gone faces.
We can cut, suture, or bind it.
Nothing can change it.
Only we become it
in a fit of transformation.
the higher planes will not relent,
in keeping this secret
bound from those of us in dissent.
We change these planes
to become more
by marking out the faces entirely.
Becoming lighter in entirety.
Don your masks
mask it out.
Hate your fate
as so to change it.
Do it. Now.