it is a true fact of a human person that, when
they must confess something that has been on their heart a long time,
they do not tell you it in the moment- it is planned, predetermined,
so they are not following their feeling or even watching your face
it is as it is in their fantasies- for they are not really there
they are reading from a script-
for they are as though they are dwelling in dreams
and you are not real. The words they say after mulling them over
are not there. They travel to their ancestral homeland and,
after the long flight, step off the plane and feel the harps
thrumming through their veins- there are no harps,
it is all in your imagination- your heart does not pound stronger
in the rolling hills and you need to behave as though you are actually there
you must be actually there. You are alive.