Other people see only what I let peek through.
Small bits,
The false bottom
Tidying the Dark.
I risk too much in showing.
Yet, somehow,
Despite my efforts,
You startle me.
Glimpsing, somehow, by sheer luck or will or oneness,
That which has never been seen before.
Amazingly,
Miraculously,
Terrifyingly,
You don't look away in horror or shame.
And I begin to unfold.
And you with giant scissors ceremoniously releasing me from myself.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Other people see only what I let peek through.
Small bits,
The false bottom
Tidying the Dark.
I risk too much in showing.
Yet, somehow,
Despite my efforts,
You startle me.
Glimpsing, somehow, by sheer luck or will or oneness,
That which has never been seen before.
Amazingly,
Miraculously,
Terrifyingly,
You don't look away in horror or shame.
And I begin to unfold.
And you with giant scissors ceremoniously releasing me from myself.
