Return to I'd dance forever if they'd let me, you know (poetry)

We seek the [The shadows on your face are hiding you|shadowy places],
[Soul dancing in the dark|dancing] in the dark,
pretending it's enough to make us anonymous.

We're suddenly [brave]
wearing our insubstantial [Give a man a mask and he'll tell you the truth|masks].
Pretending you can’t [You can see right through me|recognize] us
and only hearing music when you open your mouth.

Losing ourselves,
[running away] by standing still.

Are we wearing a [Wordmongers' Masque: Poets' Ball|mask] indeed,
or taking them [Wordmongers Unmasked|off] instead?