He will sleep and hope death meets him
to finally depart the land of solitary visions.
All faces appearing and evaporating
not one is seen without paint.
At the well of blood he cleansed his
but not one could hold him.
Alone among many suits
either flutter to lust or stiffen for pride.
To the night a secret he sings
an escape before he becomes a fool.
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