Friday, May 21, 2010

Veneer

And yet, at times, I scream
As if in a dream –
Angry, confused, contrite;
Incandescent light
Floods your carefully built Maginot Line –
It’s all mine.

It’s all about me.
You stare, perplexed,
At how little you know me,
How little I know you;
You try.
Why?
Flesh? Blood? Tissue? Sweat? Tears?
Abundant fears
Crease your brow –
Afraid to smile, you frown;
Afraid to swim, I drown.

And yet, at times, a tea cup shudders
In the absence of the storm.
Is this the peace before the darkest war?
We’ve come afar
Since yesterday –
A lifetime away.

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