Seen and Unseen

9:48 11/3/21

Taking the moment to see what’s there

Starting at the bottom

At the top

Feet and my hair

The pile of ire found in between

All familial garb

I remain unseen

As I seek, walk to talk

The wintered vests do drop

Even in seeing my self step forward

Piles behind continue to drop

Goodwill, they say

Goodwill for you

But I will not stay

For this isn’t true

Not smothered, or covered,

Not dressed in the dish

Pulling my sworded

Sordid

Ire from the solar plexus fire

I revile my image

Cardboard cut out

Standing and staring at my face

Twisting, I mind my disgrace

Turning to a healing place

Within

My eyes covered black

Memories but no solid images flood in

A smog or bog, no matter the relation

Just the pendulum

Undulation

Me or you

Me

Or

You.