DISGUISE

An old game

Played in the courts

of kings and queens

And in nursery rooms

with paper masks

And on street corners

by passing strangers

In the jungle

by mammals

and reptiles alike.

It is

a bottomless game

Stacked
within the same

Within the same

within the same.

Layers within layers

of this game

that never ends.

This old game

of Masquerade.

This Carnival,

this play,

this infinite gambit.

A feast of flesh

so warm

to hide

the infinite cold

that lies beneath.

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