Serenade This Mask

I find myself surplus to the equator

Distant to the winter chill

Descending paradoxically to a whim

A fraction of a decibel

Light, infinitesimal

Maestro play me out of this

Sing my tune, change my disc

Soulful rhythms compound my nature

Absolving me of this ineptitude

Crippling my brain, angling my heart

Towards this aching train of hope

Despair as a fellow passenger

Melancholia lost in the luggage

Paranoia folded neatly inside

Fonted on bold black syllables

Across the menagerie of colors

The similitude is perplexing

I swear on this chance

This wing nestled on a dove

No way I make it

See past the blues and find the ocean

Long for the trifecta of stillness

We shall be eternity's shadows

Walking dizzingly in hysteria

Racing deliriously to a cloud of infamy

Speeding menacingly towards our sign post

Author's Note

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