Robert Westlake Poems

What shall I say about it? It cools
The body as it falls, and renders it crisp
And alert, but calm and idle. It washes away
And changes with its cleanness and soft feeling.
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How can I not understand what
Eyes are seeing, ears are hearing,
Lips are saying? Fog never lifting.
Part of the way the carriage stops. The
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The mask controls what I am. Night never
Ends. Sun does not rise. Why must the facade
Control what is? I see many more by
Me, around me. I cannot show who I
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