
To peel away the ceramic
mask and to discover
that because I have worn
it too long, my face
has been created in the image
of the mould;that is the beginning
of prayer.

It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
It is not with the lyre of someone in love that I go seducing people. The rattle of the leper is what sings in my hands. Jane Kenyon
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