After Discovery

After Discovery

Since I discovered songs
are masquerades chasing
sorrows and solitude
into exile, I do not wake
without it in my mouth
or on my palms, asking
God to make me a repellent
for anything cloudy,
for that is where grief
hides under the mask
of nature, until it kills.

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