My Framing

To dress my words

pretty. 

to make up for my lack

of understanding.

my gerneral ingnorance 

to the words I write. 

The trick is old

a game of deception. 

long taught

in a way compencating for the imagination

lost.

it is easy to do, 

but to excel

some doubt of the worth of knowledge or apparant acheivement of it, 

must always be lacking.

Now you know. 

My one, this secret, 

One easily

scorned.

My taletns do not derive 

books, or

beauty, or

land.

but prettily placing words. 

And framing a picture of

myself

as something that 

I am not.