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[version 1: original]


I have many faces in my hand

but wear none

She switches faces out like night and day

a million

inside her pocket

He has need of the actress' heed

a story that must be seen

by one

face


He says,

walk down into the secret place

I gave my whole life to excavate


Illusion for shell with an iron-core truth

Church bells ring in a concrete hold

upon a rock-past that'd otherwise slip from shore

He stands at the shore

alone

and waits

But lurks and looks and peeks through the slivers

til somebody sees him

and then he knows


If he offers his hand, you'd better go;

If you meet the witch you have to say no

or yes, but you can't ignore (that's a no);

Your life will have consequence

whether you're ready or not

whether you like it or not


We can debate forever, you and I

Everything in the vanilla sky

Up in the daydream of truth, the centerhold is there is no truth

Peel back reality, peel back face

Treasured ground upon emptiness

very easily seen between the spaces within any thing or place


Two ways two ways one way more

I am not the one way nor

the other way – what is a country?

Spend some time inside your country

'Vite me over for some tea

Straighten out my back so bent

This year should I observe Lent?

The day is coming up to us



[version 2]



I have many faces in my hand

but wear none

She switches faces out like night and day

a million

inside her pocket

He has need of the actress' heed

a story that must be seen

by one

face


He says,

walk down into the secret place

I gave my whole life to excavate


Illusion for shell with an iron-core truth

(that drills up through the outer life)

Church bells ring in a concrete hold

upon a rock-past that'd otherwise slip from shore

(It is born of the formless sea and with crushing weight lands in reality)

He stands at the shore

alone

and waits

But lurks and looks and peeks through the slivers

til somebody sees him

and then he knows


If he offers his hand, you'd better go;

If you meet the witch you have to say no

or yes, but you can't ignore (that's a no);

either way will have consequence

whether you're ready or not

whether you like it or not


We can debate forever, you and I

Everything in the vanilla sky

Up in the daydream of truth, the centerhold is there is no truth

Peel back reality, peel back face

Treasured ground upon emptiness

very easily seen between the spaces within any thing or place


Two ways two ways one way more

I am not the one way nor

the other way – what is a country?

Spend some time inside your country

'Vite me over for some tea

Straighten out my back so bent

This year should I observe Lent?

The day is coming up to us





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