Strike! But I sense that your rich poetry is headed towards philosophy. Criticizes the exacerbated materialism, living to pretend. I felt something like: "although she dresses in silk, mona stays", the paradox of the person who lives of appearances weaves a spider's web that in the end always breaks its seams and reveals what is inside in the dark.
I go through the threads and say: Ahhh ...!
¡Excellent, Pryde!