MASQUERADE

                 Fulfilled with a promise of tears
                 blown and cast in flotsam's debris
                 and maneuvered in dire straits.
                 Here the harlot of my perils
                 the seductive voice
                 of molasses and glace refined
                 melts over its malt rich invert
                 over fine linen and scents.
                 The air seductive is delirium contained
                 in deference to the trompe-loeil
                 of evening raptures
                 yielding...yielding...yielding...

                 when too suddenly..masquerade.
                 The clowns gather in circles
                 and buffoons minister to their antics
                 and the farrago in decrepit tune
                 rouses my acrid sense of shame
                 to join in.
                          
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