Some of the masks created through time which feel appropriate for the dream poem. Enjoy!
Mythic Piquant Masks Galore
A portal party in my balcony,
a crowd of infinite measure,
a recurrent mortal entrance:
of white gloves that greet me,
of big brother’s bright top hat,
of mythic piquant masks galore,
of many sisters dressed in black,
of yawning studio doors:
I am presented in an instant,
thus lake of arcanum spawned,
absorbing from a distance,
as tempered tempest roars.
Secure from steady downpour,
from frequent trickle torrents,
(a beach sun thirsty shore),
feet grounded sturdy agents,
invite me ancient lore.
My gaze reveals a masked visage,
domino drifts and sheds facade,
couples bathe, van floats red,
depths abound in Aegaeons’ stead.