Tomorrow's Masquerade

April 4, 2021

I thought perhaps to steal the myth

and hoard away the dream

Mirages fade with pretense lost,

things never what they seem

A future darkness redefined,

the past still yet to know

Intention vested—moments spent

with nowhere left to go

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

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