Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

You think

that these layers of cold pseudonyms,

6-ply stratification,

red-herring Venetian mask

will conceal inadequacy

and cloak sparse spirit,

but I see you;

your true colours

spill through the cracks

of your costume.

Fig-leaf false fronts

are destined to fall;

lay smoke screen aside

so I can

touch the true self,

and be blessed by your

candid camera.

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