074 – The Mask

THE MASK – Glen Hartle

You stand ready
for acclaim
noting that the
low hanging fruit

– though they were
higher in your esteem –

are scant.

An odious shout
from a non-fan
suggests that it fell of its
own accord

and owes
nothing

to you.

Denigrated that greatness
in your
COVIDIAN competition
goes unheralded,

you wallow
in the nostalgia

of your own success.

Tomorrow is here.

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