they can not see me, girls, or women, i should really say
at my age, and with that faraway look in my hazy eyes,
why would i be surprised? even you only see the words,
not the man behind them, and i do not blame you for that.
it is not your fault, but the reality of the world we occupy
with ever-multiplied, fed with all the borrowed dreams,
soul substitutes.
hidden pilcrow 