"Onionskins"

Fresh of breath,
Eye of clear,
The best of me
Is ever-near.
Reveal the mask
And every pore
Exalts the joy
For evermore.
Welling up,
Fear is gone,
Banished to the great beyond.
And now I touch
The us in me,
For always, now,
The 'I' will see!

Copyright 2001 Clasmeyer