Holding back
the Sun,
the heart,
the sky.
The impenetrable firmament
obliges our dissent.
Obscured,
by a veil,
commiserating with our
selves and betters.
No one cares
what kind of skin you wear.
Cloaked in mild oppression,
no freedom tempts us, now.
Here in the Hall of Theatrics,
we can watch it all
play out.
No one is getting away;
everyone has a line
in this dim masquerade.
Sequestered from the light,
we wear our best denials,
like diamonds on our wrists.
Banter rich and smile,
like we don’t know
the only things
keeping us from being exposed
are the clouds.
HG – 2019
