The truth is:

I am

You are

We are here


beings of imperfection

near flawless

in their beginnings,

middle and ends,


imitating any last licks

of life we can mop up

before becoming the next

number, name, picture.


Our eyes

dull our sight

but our understanding

is a mind–


a black on white

sea of looking away

at the reality that is mine,

for now.


July 3, 2014