Curtain

I’m chasing a phantom

She is not an idealization, for she is before and beyond concept

When I was young, she climbed into the seat of my soul

Operating the chimes and cogs with ease

She’s been there in the face of every woman with whom I fell in love

She’s there in the face of every woman and man I meet

She’s in here

Manning the projector

Behind the Fourth Wall

Pay no attention