One does not always require tusks
and wild skins,
to mask a unique character of fantastic minds.

Nor not even african pride or
Indian smiles to dance beneath
the shadows of night sky.

The realm of spirits transforms
and defines
and so we become the role.

This identity a masquerade forgets
the solid wall.

Transported to enlightenment
never cheap a pennies take,
the veil a pale distinct
divide of hellish pits and
man divine.

And life in equal opportunity
netted and painted black,
charcoal molds and molasses holds--
as water cleans the eyes.

So jester's trick the reality switch
and illusion an eerie play,
Sweet aromic sage
burns and balances
the human cage.