Camouflage

The mind constantly wants to disrobe itself
Divest itself
From strictures of
Sanity
Discard dress robes
Of uniform
Motley camouflage
Under the armor
An army of pain marches
The heart
Is battlefield

Bearing balls of duress
Wear out thin
The floors of tolerance

If I carry the syllogism
Any further
To its logical conclusion
Then I disrobe sanity

Iet the demons in...
In harlequin
Wickedness

Donning dress robes
ritualistic custom
Drowning oceans of pain
Habitual action
Stretching rictus of smiles
Painting a clownish face
wreathed   in pleasantries
Corrective coercive traction

The world wants to see
You
But You
Through the camera's
hungry eyes
Idolatry and adulation

Posed projections
Positives  petrified
Framed perfection
Sunny side up
Seamlessly

The silvery charcoal haze of  doubtful daguerrotypes
stays firmly inside...

Despair wears glib masks
Of nonchalance
Outside
The darkroom.

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