Show me one who is not a person, split,
I will show you a thousand faces that it keeps,
beneath the skin and behind the prying eyes,
under the bed, in the closet and in its’ head!
Faces whose existence the Self would never know,
as there is no mirror yet to reflect the soul,
endorsed with a seal glowing bright and red,
by the ever decaying stamp from the External!
Who is there not different, who is there
that has the courage to remain the same behind
the law, the human eyes and that of God
or divine Providence, exactly as they are
in the light, held responsible and being accounted for?
Come ahead I will show you places where you lied!