He covered himself
So they would not see
The fading
That is the reason
For almost every mask
It is not the glory
Being hidden
It is the ending
Being hidden
The crack
The waning
The thing that no longer holds
The veil does not hang
Over the scripture
It clouds the reading
It lies on the heart
The text was never covered
The reader was
There is a tiredness
Only mask-wearers know
The endless repainting
Of a shine
That will not come back
On its own
It does not fall through study alone
It does not fall through rigor
It does not fall
By staring harder
It falls when someone turns
Until someone turns
And the veil falls
So do not read harder
Turn
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