Trampled as the parade goes by
Mixed with conglomerations of many things
Barely a moment in time in the sky
Hooping and hollering and last hurrahs
Confetti that slowly dies upon the streets
The spirit still survives within the mask
As surely as the heart which beats
It searches for its host although departed
Desertion occured after its use
After brief contemplation the spirit departs
For yet it is back on the loose
Seeking out for what it must obtain
A human beating heart
Looking to become as if in one
Though it knows deep down that it must depart
Wandering in wanton to meet its needs
In places chosen by random
Two distinct forms that exist in time
That shall never run coherently in tandem
~Moses~
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