Reawaken

Masquerade countenance
Is tomorrow’s personage;
What awaits me when
The old moon dies out?
Where will my retired soul
Curl into nothingness?
What will I become –
Less moonstruck,
More wisdom?
Less rosiness,
More pandemonium?
Each night I pass on
Only to ascend
With new moxie to live.
Just as each day’s sun,
I die to be born again.

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