XXXVI.

hear my prayer --
it does not rise from deceitful lips.

i see through their eyes
only fog lies behind
the unknown staring at the unknowable
watching, studying, admiring
but not seeing.

you see me.
but the iris glass shows a false image
shifting and stumbling
constructed from the words i so poorly choose.
to make a friend
to arrange a sequence by which to be understood
to memorize a presentation
you see me and all i want is you.
they are nothing.

i see the old me in those i knew
i see the new me in those i know.
reflected.
not absorbed.