the form I see before me
is not the true form.
do you see what I do not?
it is possible my eyes deceive me.
it would not be the first time for those little liars,
those deceitful balls playing with tricky light.
if you say my true name I’ll change
into my true form, if the tales are to be believed,
but why should they be? the writers
have eyes which may be just as dishonest
as my own. they might have no backstory
to support the legend. so the legendary true form
may be not a true form at all but simply that
which kills the perceiver before they solve the mystery.
never trust a writer to give you all you need
to seize control of the world. they’re a posse of deadly clowns
riding out in search of illusions they’ll tell you are true,
and they may be right but they don’t know and won’t know
until you are staring into the mirror they’ve given you.
they wait to see what happens.
no matter what happens,
they try again.
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