Kitsune poem

Kitsune

Trot to confession, formulaic table of seated masked animals.
Lenmesin the noun, but verb as the fox.
Gander manipulation of this, 
Square.

The middle room is Earth red, table cloth white imprint emblem sign of silence.
Wicker sticks smoldering Mars black.
The Night of the Comet Negra.

Dissolved Girl enters chamber, black thigh high crescent slip dress, Moonlit shoulders, nude mid-drift, air coolly Massive Attack.
And slightly chairs creak.

No words best describe that,
She dances to the hum of enchant, taken to serpent vision,
Beholder of the eye, guests here,
All initiates remove masks, however
Not the Kitsune.

You see the tricks, Buddha, the town folk yearn for release.
Who are they? Yet,
Here in this hall, Vizards smile grin slightly.
It is aurora clear as crystal-oblivion, who is who.
The Sad face is the Sad face,
The Bear is the Bear,
Boar a Boar,
The Yin is the Yin, with long nose, gouty cheekbone,
The Minotaur is the Minotaur, no matter how his name signed shown.

Shine from the Chandelier. 

Leader with gray eyebrows, beam high rising the scepter,
Not a soul cares for the Reflector.
They do follow His 
Every cursed word.
It is the Leopard, like Visconti directed. However,
Not the Kitsune.

In the mouth of this chaos, the Fox sit majestically,
Paused for the clearing twigs,
Awaits the Undoing.  
Studies every chicken.
Release comes from the blood
Unbeknownst thickening, flowing.
See this change shape.
Poured into Goblet,
The Fox is but a Fox.
Manipulates the box 
From functioning.