was a man who
Tried to become everyone
He traded and stole
Borrowed and portrayed
He never was himself
Just a trace
He was a shimmer
Of a soul
Reflecting others
Becoming unknown
As much a thief
Could ever have known
Until he chanced
One day in the dark
to think back look
At his face
In a shiny spoon
In an empty dark
Room with no
Touches of him on
The walls
No love to embrace
he had none not a nose
Or a smile no ears for
He had been borrowing
Those