visage hall

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. 

 

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