Will you never speak?
Time is rushing forward
These misread signs
This collection of miscues

Do you prefer this view?
You once saw my soul
Now I’m pinned to a slide
Under a clinician’s gaze

I feel so exposed
This inverted image
Leaves me more naked
Than my words ever could

Through pixel’d windows
I lay myself bare
Starting fires with kindle
Of memory, desire, despair

You remain cold and aloof, beyond my reach
Unknowable behind your virtual eyepiece
While I look back, through my kaleidoscope view
And my heart weeps for the ardent boy I once knew

~ kei
16 June 2015

Through the glass inverted…