Hiding Behind This Smallish Shadow, Over Here

 

I said
I’ll wear the mask if I have to
I will inherit the crown…
– Suicide Silence

Who among us has not wasted
these smaller things? These stones.

Thrown them loose just to listen
to the ripples on the sea. We know

things; we even say them. We sway
them to our needs, filter them through

glove and blindfold, veil and vein.
We’re tamed by silence, tuned by

storm. Who among us has not
donned the mask, ignored the crown?

 

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A second offering for day 2 of the Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge.