Beating with life you promised life,
security, happiness,
Unfortunate son cornered,
cowering in the pit of
circling panes of glass that
surround and reveal the ever present ³It²
³It² is my move, my every look,
interpreting gestures,
informing others
what¹s undercover and
lurking beneath my mask
of this years¹s featured model.
Is this too much ?
Close your eyes.
Care to look inside ? I AM I !
What may appear
might easily be explained
but give the situation
of into saturation,
what you feel can never go away.
Steering perception ? I AM I !
Inviting contradiction ? I AM I !
It¹s my insistence
you keep your distance
From the glare behind my stare.
So this is the way
the game is played
You can leave now...
but I think you¹ll stay. I AM I