I am facing

the silver screen,

my virtual

reflection

refusing to

look at me.

 

The screen turns black

and all I see

are my blank eyes

as they wait

wait to watch

filtered scenes.

 

When my eyes close

I can look in

side of myself.

For a blink

I can see

who I am.

 

Reality

is here; I am

the unsorted truth.

Colors re

turned to how

they began.

 

My words don’t re

sound with what sounds

I would master,

control with

the ease of

enactment.

 

My face and my

eyes, I lament

how they cry to

realize

the joy of

who I am.