What role shall I assume today?
What flags shall be flown from the boom and the mainstay?
What mask can be fashioned from left over days?
What paint can be used to cover the stains?
What manner of grammar would suit the occasion?
What words can be uttered to decorate translation?
What vestiges of leftovers of messages for long lost lovers?
What look would best summarize
the love in my mothers eyes?
The shoes and the trews don't carry the news,
the coat or the shirt,
despite all the dirt,
hand gestures for confessed years,
the investiture of time destitute,
deep breaths for temporary deaths,
impermanent impertinence,
a temporal state to dictate a stance,
a trance -like display of a soul in a Victorian glass case,
where folk queue for hours to carefully word their case,
and waste food
thrown
at trick monkeys in haste.
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