I was hiding
In the light of day
Standing out
In the dark of night
But you did not see me
Before you face
Another moment of truth
Ask me
How I became invisible
And my reply will be
By being obvious
Obliviously obvious
As the nose on your face
The white of your eyes
How closely you stared
Stared at the blue
Spectrum of light
No
There was no light
For you
Blue
Are the veins
The meandering scripts
About your face
Asking
Ruminating fingertips
Over parchment skin
Twisting and pawing
As a wild animal intent
On devouring his own flesh
To the question
Where is it written
Who I am to become?
If I cannot feel the Braille
Of whom I have been
Flesh holds
Oh, so many answers
But not for what you ask of it
Ask me
To tell you a story
By asking your self
Where have I been?
April 2014
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