My Mask Poem by Zyw Zywa

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My Mask



The plaster pulls the skin
my colour, my moles
and careful make-up
from my face

red
living flesh
looking eyes
expressive lips, my mouth
smiling at you

And you scan my mask
three-dimensionally, you hang
a field of registration points
on the red markings
at my eyes, nose, and chin

You trace back the dots
to feelings, then you look
at me, understandingly
From the void
of my eyes and mouth

the black holes
in the information
I try to express
what you can't see
Still, they don't show anything

Monday, February 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: communication,expressions,face
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Casts from 1910, of men from the island of Nias

"Face" (2019, Yannis Kyriakides) ,
performed by Electra, in the Organparc in Amsterdam on Saturday, February 16th,2019

Collection "org anp arc"
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