• Our visions become locked
    When I am near a serried presence
    I hold fast to the stillness of the moment
    This is not a habitual masquerade...

    When the room shifts around us
    Can you still see through this ingenue
    I finally break this chimera out of self-reproach
    This will not be a habitual masquerade...

    Realization settles in to place
    As my vision blurs, delusion blends
    The incident has lost its crux
    This is my habitual masquerade...