Chameleons We All Are

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The veil does not conceal too well
This body, this costume, this mask ~ known as a face
A temporary change of clothes, in an endless walk of life

Slipping in and out of wombs, Chameleons we all are
Opening doors to birth, as doors close in death
All the while acting; as if it even matters

Dramatic and all too serious
While once over...

There lives the flame which does not burn
In it's home where vacums know the only truth
Dark souls entertain in this masquerade

As mystery loses it's significance
Sprouts rise up once again
To tell us what we already knew

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Chameleons We All Are
A poem by Max Eternity
10 August 2004
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