Maskless Masquerade

If I could draw you in a line of beauty

That would defeat the purpose

The pur and the pose

You dislodge the star from the tree

And declare the remnant of last winter

To be your deskpet, to be ardoured

You add the more to amore

And made the moment last like no other

In an act of defiance, in an act of differance

By the shallow bay and the show

No lights were left alight

No sorrows left to drown

In the washing machine of everyday life

All it take is a diachronic turn

You write the books yourself

And make the books your masters

It's a masquerade but we are

Running out of time and masks

So you tear off a page of your book

And connected the dot with a silk string

The eye mask is perfectly blind

And we are blind to this way of life

Now all I need is a pyre

Of sunspot spotting sunflowers

But the moon is our master

There is no mystery regarding the moon

September 2025

By Aran Meredith