A life of consequences.
The whole thing
a slight of hand…
I cannot see me,
doubt anyone can.
Never to know my name,
or purpose hidden behind.
Mendacity my gift and
I my own victim.
My light is not
the illuminating kind.
A life spent
hide and seeking,
the deeper I look
the darker my lairs.
I nearly met
on one or two occasions,
not yet being
quite there.
©️ Dai Fry 15th May 2020.