THE FACE MELTERS

They arrived in a Light Year
from Innocuon - they said,
The Face Melters,
rendering Human's faces faceless,
The Masters of Sparespace Identity

 

 

So, We moved about
Our devices, devising,
about custom-izing
the disappearance,
from the incorrugate, indesiccate - for
"TFM's" as they came known -
had plained us smooth - Homogeniety -
save ears, & though sans eyes,
yet sighted, abled to See.

 

So, on went the Makeups -
Images to persona
distinguishing masques - some,
distinctive... &
feathered, dangling earrings stippled & striated
(Morty had a Joke Arrow "thru" his head)

 

There was Shibboleth, & subtle-signing codes
and invented Language in the Bodyied I.D.
The fashion of Garb impassioned speech,
though some - "The Chosen" - enterprising
the Altered, a "gifted" quasitelepathy (limit-effective).

 

The Innocuon peered in distinct curio...
at the matter of adaptohuman's Will to Self,
the dissolution of individuation folly through attempted
countenance-maintained! Eykis
had informed all, about
Humankind in dyer straits...
About Appearance...

 

That
not even "sound-sight" disappearance
might Thwart!

 

H.e.m.
11.20.MMvii.
(Ecce Interum Charon)
 

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