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Mutiny
The moon is shining, pale, ethereal,
An illusion, an enigma
Against the black night sky.
Somewhere inside myself
I’m elbow-deep in a scream.
My countenance conceals such turmoil
Until it breaches this barrier.
A riot of tears and fears and rage
Spills over onto innocent bystanders.
I wonder what the moon hides.
He, too, has a dark side.
At least he respects the camouflage of night.
I’ve unmasked myself.
I cannot hide retroactively.
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