once again
am out on the streets
trying to hear
what the stars are crying out
deciphering the whispers
of the indolent moon
rhapsodies plunging
deep into the darkness
working their magic
it slowly seeps through
the arid heart
back of my neck
i feel a tingle
theres something in the air
prognostications
a sparkling energy
giving way
to the secret
letting me know
you are coming to me...
behind the mask....
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King
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