where goes the unmannerly world of days
and how did the masquerade begin
might beauty have unseemly ways
be gold a mere vermeil herein
has time an essence or is memory staid
can hunger hone an edge on passing plight
when gone the stage where be the role played
will all of this revealed, an alchemist’s delight
should quicksand take creation, reabsorb
could cycles reinvent what once was true
or do all motes remain the secrets of this orb
in tinderboxes, held against their will, like you
©17th November 2010 Hey Hey
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