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Clay Mask

Can you not see?
I wear a mask
To disguise spree
In my mad task.


I wear a grin
And hide my lie
With poise within
That spawns sad eyes.


I wear my guile
That tell on you
With a shrewd smile
In what I do.


I style a sigh
To a harsh world
That kills my highs
As terror swirls.


I groom a face
Hidden from sight
To plant deep trace
As prize prompts right.

I do not mind
The tears I cry
But work to bind
True tact I try.


I am but clay
Where longing piles
In glimpse of play
In pieces vile.


Am I not vile
But greed knows dash
Of tricks that pile
As conflicts clash.


I know fond gain
In keeping scores
For mask hides plain
My stash and store.


I sing and dance
With relish grand
To dare breeze chance
Of choice I stand.


I wear a mask
That hides my face
To confront task
In secret space. 


Why do I mask
My sensuous feel
In private bask
Of blinding thrill?




Leon Enriquez
09 September 2018
Singapore

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