Is that you?
Transparency is a no show
In these times of show it all.
Substance passes through a cautious filter
Of carefully chosen words
And adapted roles
Leaving us with thin
Liquefied versions of ourselves.
It’s there, somewhere
Must be
You catch glimpses
Catch fleeting shadows
Ghosts of the living.
Shine a light
And watch it dance
The avoidance dance
Contract, expand, hide, disappear.
Am I making myself clear?
