To service his designs
the face I know is one
of many you deploy
to hide in the angles
between the reflections
not even a shadow.
This I, this you, this him’s
easier to disguise
within this trifold world.
I cannot see myself
except as I am perceived
in other’s mockery:
the dead narrative I
is a social construct.
(April 29, 2025)
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