Drifting
Untethered, the faceless one soars toward his goal.
Silently
Across the lake of stars he floats, as if only a marionette.
Steadily
Time cannot keep the man with no face. He has nothing but black night inside.
Flying
Do not look into the eyes of the faceless one. Don’t go near that empty space; breathe not that icy air.
Closer
Do not listen to the faceless man’s voice. It is like birds and will flutter away.
Closer
The one who is not there cannot be held; he transforms and unbinds.
Touching
Reflected in his mask are our hands, pushing him away, but he cannot be stopped.
Touching