drama
softly speaking scripted words
another year dawning out of the brilliant night
I grin at my reflection
6 a.m.
on beauty
staged and rehearsed to spontaneous perfection
but the performance brings and undercurrent of sincerity
as though they hear for the first time
the words they speak so naturally
and begin to comprehend the true nature of their dishonesty
unable to see the surface now
they reconsider the choreography of actions
and the consequences of conclusion.
dimming the hypnotic stars
and sending the shadows scampering away
I see it all fade before me
the cold grandeur of darkness
giving way to a bleaker more honest scene
there are certain precautions to be taken
invisibility is suddenly impossible
as the world wakes around us
and I am forced into the light
which allows nothing to be hidden
try not to look down
yes, I can be perfect for a second
as long as I don't try too hard
I catch me off guard
then look twice
and it's gone
yeah I was beautiful for a moment
or maybe even two
then the flaws seep in
like a developing photograph
the first impression is too good to be true
too pretty to be me
so I stare at my hands and move them,
trying to find their beauty
it's strange but it's there
I think
and hope the rest of me takes the hint.