The Iron Curtain

Covering myself in blankets,
clouding the view of others.
The shield unbreakable,
impenetrable to all attack.
Like the defense of a chameleon,
like the moat around a castle, I am.
None know, if but see me,
standing here in the fog,
that haze of pollution
so carelessly hung,
accumulated by days uncounted.
The reckless abandonment gone,
that stolid face, blank.
Many mistake it for thought,
for genius hidden underneath my pallor,
but in truth, none know, if but see me.


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