an ode to
insincerityInsincerity
dressed in a garb
borrowed, not even your own
you laugh, smile, say words
so false
embellishing your empty
self engrossed thoughts.
I see you everywhere
in conversations
in correspondence
in the meeting of the eyes
across crowded smiles
a play, a game, a distraction
but fool for one to take you
as anything of substance.
The guise of the common soul
as he battles through his fate
always yearning for more
without
having to give of himself at all.
Beguiling, bedecked
you knock on every door
in your vain attempts to feed your ego
of less and lack
in your existence and world.
Oh, how appealing, how rare
your sister in antithesis
like a blue sky, a pane of glass
an unclouded fragrance
the more one reaches for it
the more there always is.
Insincerity
accept my grateful humble heart
because of you
I know the difference
between shallowness and hypocrisy
and refreshing sincerity.
::rama arya::
14 January 2003
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