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Distracted by some majestic mirage

While she lay covered in camouflage

Applauding the gods of celluloid

Consumed by a vacuum and soulless void

Placed like painted figurines

And more surreal than Halloween

Glittery grandeur steeped in camp

Fear she might melt so close to the lamp

Under an arc of artificial stars

Union army boots concealing ankle scars

She comes and strums an antique ukulele

While in fluttering falsetto she warbles gaily

A platinum wig resembles a window shade

As cobalt blue mascara completes this masquerade

Tales contrived how she's survived some exotic disease

Or how she spent her youth on circus trapeze

Formative years busking in Battery Park

A masterful minstrel among the meadowlarks

Twigs in twilight so bare they disappear

Among moss-filled cracks she shares that flair

With a more modest mattress than one would assume

Swept away the fairy dust with an unpretentious broom

And pours her mortal form into pale pink pajamas

With one last plume of perfume to dampen the drama