Behind each of us sit’s the eyes that looks outward in the mask of life we are given.

All that we meet and all that stroll by leave a mark on the mask that give us features we never see.

The gaze of this tragedy is only futile in the mirror we are presented by other eyes in other mask.

It reflects only what we want to see in moment of gesticulate, like dancers escaping a burning stage.

Many are just submissive children who have there mask shaped by uncaring hands and winds of fate.

Behind the mask our face can twist and become ugly in a world that never foresees the new dawn.

In the end the sun will remove this mask while live as he passes into the underworld. The time of the forgotten solstice in the depth of forbidden wither. A promise 20 centuries and 12 years passing to the new promise. A new beginning to the new beings. The Truth revealed that many fear from there own lips. The judgment of the mask given forth by the power of truth united. So quiet no one will notice. They will see what they fear under the mask in the beauty of dawn. The everlasting Venus of heaven revealed in the eyes of those past to make contemporary in truth.

The mask reset with the spiritual line reawaked to the true dawn.

What must be new needs an end first. The key is the mask in all things. Some hide behind words other by closing the world off. She will not be silenced in one contest of legitimacy.

The vale of light taken to the day. The storm of divine and man together. The forging stones retrained and the truth of birds. The children of clay reborn and a 6^th age. The age of lovers, versifiers and dreams. Nothing is cryptic if you don’t want it to be.