i beg of you, ghost-(wo)man hidden in clouds
all-seeing, manipulative behind your shroud
let not my worst fear be realized–
a speck in a sandbox, whisper among the loud.

single gray grain in glorious piles of rice
one droplet of water in a pillar of ice
a crystal in the great cirrus wisp:
half-truth hidden in cleverest lie.

oh please, darling daddy, full of grace
let no searching eye fail to discern my face
while scrutinizing milling members
of this plentiful race–

on scuffed knees in silence, hungry, beseeching:
no color lost through brighter lights’ greedy leeching
from my own– don’t let me slip through the cracks
i am pleading, with arms ever higher reaching.


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