Something That You Drew

Wave hi! Look into his eyes.

Let him know you’re wise

to his disguise. That he is

neither figment nor surmise --

.

that reality is more than

dreamed-up fizz.

Yours as well as his. Is

endures. Is always will.

.

Don’t let him know

you felt a chill.

Don’t let him know

you’re not so sure.

.

Why is his waving hand so still,

his posture irremediably static?

Your answer is emphatic.

He’s something that you drew.

.

He’s what ephemeralities construe.

So are you.

What to do?

Be what ephemeralities construe.

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