the more
people look
the less i
have to say
as i fade
into a vaguely
human stain

for the life
of me i cannot
figure out
what it is
they think they see
an illusion in
three quarter time
a lapsed reason
of infallible sin

reminding others
they are not alone
while chasing echoes
in this cathedral
of battle scarred
wisps of whimsy
wondering wildly
why know one stays