Too sensitive and Brutal by turns
dismissive in arrogance
ego marring the surface
like a bruise on an apple
masked faces and subtle grimaces
fooled into false give and take
a giant dancing and clapping in the garden
an oaf crushing what was cultivated
scaring the wildlife
moment passed
shrunk back down to familiar sadness
wearing the form of the wise hermit
the truest mask I wear
I want it to be the wise hermit, but I fear it is the oaf
Pelgris 