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"Silhouette Subtlety"


 

"Silhouette Subtlety"

 

I didn't even recognize my own silhouette.

At first glance, 

I hadn't the slightest notion there was even an image to be seen. 

To my dismay, coincidently, 

My assumption was in correspondence to my reality. 

For I adjusted the light, by opening my eyes.

To realize, it was not I deceived, yet my eyes the fool.

Now may graciousness be not any nearer, nor there be any tamer a lie.

For not I, to blame. Rather, to blame, are these here eyes.

No, as as much a part of one, as is the other.

A shame, the eyes warrant on, in act.

I shan't permit I to neglect all,

that these eyes have lied. 

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