I dress myself
in striking notes
of amusement
and laughter,
whippoorwill songs.
I clothe myself
in buoyant waves
of sound
and fury,
vivacious images.
I shroud myself
in lavender hues
of mystery
and perception,
morning-glory-dipped.
I veil myself
in mystic trails
of love
and loss,
lace-screened sight.
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