
they look at me ,
as if i am not the stranger
i think to them
i might seem to be,
given the strange
territorially adversarial situation,
that we
find ourselves in,
and in that
moment,
of their
innocent right,
which they
exert,
without any
perceivable might,
i humbly
fall prey,
to those six living
seeing eyes,
that choose
to see,
not
what i might seem,
but what i am,
and could be,
beneath the garb
of my superficial skin.
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