There was the animal scent of protection like a skunk’s protection
As you wear your new face
Your new face, your own real face
A face you had discovered as you
You found it on a bonfire built by the fatherland
You grabbed it out of the flames and put it on
I shook like a mountain when I met you
You were a little man in a humble room
Was I the skunk, it may well be?
I was the skunk and you were the schizophrenic
And we were equalized, but I didn’t want a face
I hate mirrors that mirror my own face
I am a non-face and I am afraid of me
Fire and water are oceans
They are two oceans in one body
I see a hand reaching into them
White like quartz glowing like the light on snow
We are the two personalities of ourselves
We are brothers in the same mind
I am a saucer shape of quiet waters flying in the sky
You are the sky of a distant world
I can identify with you because
I have no personality and you have more than one
To David Kessel, Survivors poet
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