Kwan Yin


Thirteen

Your face is that of all the others
before you and the ones which will follow you
but always there eyes calm as waters blue
and I lock myself away as a secret exposed
between sheep of silk saluting my ship ran ashore

Always halfway home scars leading me back to you
faces passing in strangers the eyes of brothers new
happenings of you and the make-believe not true

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