whimsy

masked behind

false ideals, shapes

of fanciful whims and

gleaned with intention,

far and fleeting;

from the essence of our being.

we, waver about –

distorted forms cast,

into deep shadows,

beneath the unaltered

light of who we are;

in truth and suffering.

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