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I know, he is nowhere
The facade of the man.
He stands in front, a giant, his growth bound only by the darkened cage to which he is kept. Faults unwritten, faults inexistent.
Eyes that gaze intrigued, clamber to be him, clamber to appear like him. He IS the ultimate, He IS the man.
Mere metres away, you sit, but you are no closer to him now, than before.
Outside this room he is a ghost to which you long for.
Voices whisper around him, but soon are hushed.
Ignorant to his surroundings, he moves right, left, right, left. To you he can go anywhere. To me he is nowhere
Eventually, he fades though; they always do. To be replaced by the next man.
Moulded by me, he is your edited projection. He is your smooth shadow, evading you in light.
Allow him his time on centre stage, for that is all he gets.
Neatly rolled up, he disappears. Until you call on me again, to show you what you couldn’t be.
