the mask we wear

the mask we wear to commemorate, reverberation of change
the fork in the road that hits a dead end
the many incantations of desire that saturate the imagination
the up and down pacing of strangers absorbs the imagery of loneliness
the transient flow of a word embedded in the cacophony of hollowed feelings
the echoes that fill the nightly play of shadows.
the resonance of memories that play against the imagination
the repetition of sounds that colors the day with the exactitude of a scalpel
The dreams the mind quickly strives to forget, stained with the intensity of emotions
the sexualized aching for closeness buried behind the chants and prayers
the repetition of spells to forget,
the daily processions of pain sweeter than the bitterest wine
the absent hunger that devours it all
the body that wants to sleep through its daily celebration of longing
the daily parade of ghosts disguised as wanton indifference
performing their number in the smiles, smiles, smiles that the eyes won't assimilate
the executioner and tormentor disguised as court jester keep the entertainment alive
and we wear the mask to hide the sweet, sweet pain that keeps the heart pumping