“It only happens when you’re not here...”

There is but one objective we

find...

need...

and seek;

It's this Pretend.

It's what blurs the define

of now and then

and start-n-stop

of you and me

and us and them;

The cause-n-effect.

It's what makes Us.

...Makes

...Us....

...Human.

This odd Pretend.

I am the Isle, the Ship, the Wreck

the Survivors and all the Dead

...and blameless in the end

with my tablet and pen...

I'll mark a couple of signs

shapes that barely rhyme

in a rhythm that is mine...

And glancing before and after,

I'll look to see

what it is you'd

Pretend to be...

Perhaps you'll see me?

from a distance...

...in the thickness

of this prismatic looking glass

We can safely meet long or brief

over the imaginary

partitioning...

of our Pretend.