A Silken Cloak
	I must shut my eyes in order to see. I must hear, remember, know in order to understand. Who am I? Who are you? Am I truly seeing you? Or is this just a façade? How can I trust you If I don't know you? If I don't know myself? What is this façade That I show you? I give you a glimpse of the steel of my soul. Then I shroud it with Silken words and Velvet promises. Promises I will keep, Though not in the way that you expect. I don't belong now. I am a fish out of water, here. This façade is my cloak, my dagger, my protection, my disguise.
			Should I come, un-armed, un-cloaked, un-protected, into your presence? What will you see? What will you feel, remember, know? Will you understand? I don't understand. So how could you?
					August 31, 1998