Motif Mask
Sense a strange pattern here
Observe how sadness cheers
Pain infused with raw nerves
No reason and rhyme serve
Sense that mystic time hurls
A curious pulsing curl
Abrupt as time lost here
A motif pattern steers
No morbid flight to count
Soul journey for the mount
If all but sanity
Comes close to fantasy
Seeker seeks yet to find
A puzzling frame of mind
No devious torture then
To glimpse the moment when
Cast in these dreary spheres
Mask after mask unclear
Why motif mask constructs
A way of self-destruct?
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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