Cavelight
Mask #377 of 613 — a wearable identity from X. Masquerade (2025), the sixth chapter of LUCI by Sam Spratt.
- Category
- Luminate
- Rank
- Finalist
- Material
- Gold
- Region
- Frogland
- Attendee
- Masked Guest
Observation
We cross the abyss: grief’s undertow sweeps my footing away. All I can do is gaze, wondering at the shape of the path behind us I will not walk with golden rays Dogging my footsteps. What lies beyond this desert of being? I cannot know. But, oh! My eyes, to see new skin’s glory, my ears, to hear the cries. My tongue, to taste: blood, sweat & tears. My soul, to bless, to hope. Carry forward my prayer in the sacred light as I lie still, as the last stragglers depart. bit.ly/3QvVrwZ
Replies by this mask
- Moon rounds, sickles: slow, rapid, slow again. I cannot will strength into flesh. Never will I enter the gates of the sacred city. Almighty: my song of praise, on lips of low and mighty, in kitchens and parklands. Encode my spirit.
- As you sink—know watergrass fronds will grow, endometrial, sheltering quicksilver ruby-eyed tadpoles. My flesh feeds your living spirit. Every self a world entire. Footsteps need roots, and the piping of frogs. Hold my hand—
- mask soul-painting, shining bright skin to grain i bore you light never sweat or chafe or ache broken spirit cloaked from sight now the tying sinews break face bare in a chance mistake pain and rage and shame and fright sink beneath this murky lake
Revision
angel lifts me above canopy—says of roots, shadow, soul be a plane carrying dad to son be a light in the void bit.ly/maskrev