Mimicry is poor flattery --

These letters all slump, weak.

If You were I, and I were You --

I'd turn my other cheek.

Your Brain is Wider than the Sky --

Your Soul has locked its door --

Through the keyhole my peeking eye

Shut-out forevermore.

And all the hours you hid from me

You still were in plain sight;

For words can no more hide a soul

Than bulbs -- a light.

Humanity, divinity

Together and alone

A nature-god-man Trinity

Of crickets, birds, and bones.