There once was a wild-eyed firewalker whose show turned out to be a shocker. His feet were unharmed, but clothes not as charmed. they burst aflame & he became a firesquawker.
Firewalker Limerick
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Welcome to the masquerade!
It is your home from now on.
The you you were will soon fade
as you play out the long con.
Welcome to the masquerade!
Where all faces are untrue.
We are just the roles we've played,
not the selves we never knew.
Welcome to the masquerade!
Do you know just who I am?
I'm only what I've conveyed.
It's the "real me" that's a sham!

ripples on a pond:
the day seems still & windless,
but, somewhere, air moves.

a still dragonfly
looks perched & ready,
but then falls dead.

among detritus,
an arm breaches the surface:
not waving / not drowning.