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Cover by Frederick Agustin
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The faces translated
I saw her peeling off her face and looking so intently at a skin that no longer fits
it could just as well be me Or we
and thus were our faces translated From skin to typeset from idea to marrow from blood to binding
one a question, one a period all an exclamation.
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Ouroboros
The Japanese say the face that you fell in love with In your last life Is now your face.
when you look in the mirror The face of your beloved from another life Peers back at you is this why we admire ourselves in mirrors? Ourselves, or the other who loved us? Expectant and exultant The love of a mirror For a mirror
The faces loved, converge on one face Ouroboros. The snake eats itself And completes the circle to infinity
The mirror holds it up A reflection of a reflection our eyes are mirrors In the quest for truth Of love And other ordinary things
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Ayn Frances dela Cruz © 2025
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