I stared at the harlequin mask
as the moonlight danced
around its glittered eyes.
Depth of its begin was stopped
by the drywall.
Red rivers and yellow
starburst splashed the corners
of its eyes.
It called to me,
come to me,
my conspiring Columbina.
Hesitantly I reached out
and jabbed my fingers
through its eyes.
The cold porcelain
held a gray burden.
I wrapped the star bands
around my head and
familiarized to spare substance
on my face.
My heart began to prance.
Agile, nimble, and quick.
I was sucked into the world,
a stage play of Arlecchino.
The ambient audience,
the atmosphere aspired
against my Columbina
and I.
Sweet succulent morsels
of pork, loud drabbles
of potatoes, and congenial
gentle bread.
The bellows of master
to come hither.
My banner baton bounced
below under my arm
for star gazers
and all.
Master set me
free to see my
Columbina.
She was in the arms
of another, when
I found her.
My banner baton bounced
and rolled as the star stream
showed where I was.
Enter malicious grace
into my chambers.
Remedies I've told my Master
to take because of Columbina's
The rusted serrated nails
shown through the table.
The soothing caress
of my Columbina
shown through my mind.
I scream into dark halls
as nails pierce my eye.
Inviting blood trickles,
onto my mask.
the color of my
Columbina.
Through the drag
I can see my
Columbina
I begin to pierce
thy other and hear
my Columbina
cry.

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