On Faces And Masks

I cannot find a mask to fit
The features of my face.
This one too long, that one too short,
Too big, too small, too wide:
Pinching or hanging loose.
On some side.

So in this dilemma
Herdless I stand,
Without a name,
Without a brand,
Without a type
To call my own;

Without a seal
With which to mark
The class by which
I am to be known.

Nameless, brand-less, classless,
Unclassified to those
Obsessed with sets and types,
To those who seek to know
Man by his herd,
Undefined.

Yet my own contours have I
But such as defy
The mass-produced masks
Of your mills and institutions.

But since your dice
Suit not my size,
Your sets fit not
My form,

Let me for once dispense
With this mask-wearing norm,
And breathe apace,
Wearing nothing
But my own true
Human face.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
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