I am a buzzing outline of a person
floating down the streets,
edited in later to look like
faces, hair - blond, brown, black, and
auburn and platinum and diamond
rings on some of my fingers.
I am cloud-matter synthesised
by the plastic fibres of the mind,
I am spots in the edge of the vision
when you're running from something
you can't quite put a word to.
I am society, the featureless crowds,
which laugh and cry as suits
the storyboard's narrative.
I am hatred and fear, but whose
sweat? and whose rolling tears?
Questions that shiver like sunlight,
and fearing duct-tape-tight censorship
the director neglects to suggest answers.
The thing is,
normal people fear
what they do not understand
and dear child,
so do you.