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It's not that I don't want you to see me
this way or that way.
Just don't look back,
Or at me.
I am always watching you, and
everyone else, too.
I prefer to see you, and that
you do not see me, nor my rage,
scanning the pitch,
and every pitch,
to manage the life that is my cage.
Nothing is alabaster,
nor sacred, in my amber cave of memory:
every blade of grass is my friend,
each face is a picture on my wall.
Did you think I would forget your
face or a word?
We are not equal, so I need no notes
to see the fury in you; your mask fails to hide.
Scanning to see the whole pitch.
Small voices need all our ears,
so listen to the quiet ones; we see you through our tears.
Philippe du Col ©2025
