the itch belies the sure streams within;
there's much more to this, i'm sure.
envy or jealousy,
is there much of a difference anyways?
complete admission for the sake of sincerity
ended up being the noose tied tight.
the understudy becomes the shining star
the hero; Narcissus, even.
made an example of as the jester,
the court clown.
the unlikely hero in the wake of a greek tragedy.
the lens shifts back to the shining subject.
perfect by design.
mirage or not, she bears the marks of a flawless
feast for the eyes.
echoes and steady beats
make so sweet a memory of times passed;
times one can scarcely construe as more than a fever dream
of one's wildest dreams and desires.
is there a truth to be told at all?