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
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.
Together and alone
A nature-god-man Trinity
Of crickets, birds, and bones.