adrift i float down the visage hall, delerious and serious, “come one and all”.
i study the walls with keen, acknowledging eyes. letting each lick up and down for the perfect guise.
but none seem fit or right or enough. all well-worn, all well known.
so confined to this hall drifting afloat, i have none to blame but me.
all well-worn, all well known, i no longer have a mask to wear when venturing from home.