I
by FTS Miles
Is it possible
that as I stand silent
apprehensive
before your evaluative gaze,
you pierce my guises
to the myriad me,
the faces voices mannerisms
'ever-eyes
that is I?
by FTS Miles
Is it possible
that as I stand silent
apprehensive
before your evaluative gaze,
you pierce my guises
to the myriad me,
the faces voices mannerisms
'ever-eyes
that is I?