Mask (part 4)

Feathers brush my new skin like a lover’s touch.
“Who are you,” Owl whispers into my heart.

“Who am I, Mother Father God,” I pray,
“What am I?”

Warmth and Light envelop me.
“Ah yes,” I sigh, “I remember.”

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