until we have faces

Until we have faces and are named

I need you stranger to drain my selfishness,
To avert my narcissism and self admiring gaze,
I need you stranger to wait for me while I stumble,
To smash my mirrors and burn my brands.

Until we have faces and are named

Will you dance with me oh three personned god?
Will you put to bed reticence in me and overwhelm?
Will you draw me inwards so that outwards may I face
With palms wide open and a heavy laden table to embrace?

Until we have faces and are named

I wish for a hell of many people to transform,
By a gardener planting tulips and daisies,
To push altogether Sisyphus' pebble,
And through calloused hands find our faces.

Until we have faces and are named

I wait tremuously in deliberate silence,
Beyond the hiss of brands on charred flesh,
To be named and for my face to emerge,
In the mirrors of my friends.

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