Canaan Roomaskin
I'll die without my mask
for Death is Life's theatre:
a veilless oriental girl
lost in time's escapeless drifts.
Crushed world's blood
Wet the closed doors of Eden,
upward waterfalls into
closed mental spaces.
Where's my Heaven ?
Roomaskin, snakeskin, frames in Oblivion.
Room Mask Skin.
