Head Belly Root
L'Eglise Text Creative Commons License
A blank expression
- A mask perhaps -
Covers my face
And all behind
What I think
And really feel
Safely stored
For people like you
In a world like this
No doubt is spoken
No disorder's shown
No one can tell
What goes in my mind
And the bird's not allowed
To fly on its own
Like a treasure, locked,
In wooden case

Will someone try to
Remove the mussel's shell