Drowning in your eyes,
then suspended,
like pools of amber:
as if hypnotic tar pits,
though almond
shaped. I feel my old ego
burn away, leaving
nothing
but your lie:
another skewed reflection,
one I feel
forced to adopt, don
and animate.
I am one of you.
Yet I abhor all we do.
All I do.
And all that you do to
all of us.
Cognizant now of both ends,
don’t you see? I am
scientist and specimen,
psychologist and subject.
I am me,
which now includes
both them
and you.
So you will listen.
You shall see.
Nail down the trap.
Crank open, liberate
the auditory dishes
and ocular silos.
If I am part them and part
you, well, then
we are all in this together:
revelations at once
a promise and a threat.
So try me.
Try us.