Dreamers...

I see what is not before me. Hear voices in the silence. The world is my reflector and the mirrors pierce my organs. Sparkling titillation.

You think of me,

Approaching-

Jagged glass protruding from each orifice

You cower

Down.

For comfort, you tell yourself.

I see.

But what of us dreamers?

Eye sockets in-verted

by glass

Do you judge our glazed expression? Think us

vacant

Charmers.

This is pure

allure.

Walk around in our breath.

A child sans ploy. An adult sans image.

Very, very, veritable.

For me, for me, formidable.