Cameras (A dedication to the Truman Show)

 
there are wires for you
i wear wires for you
every night
and the dim light
keeps me focused on the prize
that sits to one side
grows dusty and loses its allure
and i ponder what it was for
that you and i happened to meet
when it seemed to me any number of humans may have fit this piece
but i must cease
for the infection of your skin for your laughter for your trust
this slumbering tenderness within
fuels me
greed fuels me
and i could not would not even consider returning a second of your birth to any retailer or merchant
i feel certain that the plant that grows here
will be quite grand
as you entwine your resources with mine
despite your lack of knowing and my deceit and clever showing
there is a here for you
with wires
though forest fires may not keep you
nor the water
nor the storm
and the steps that take you from me
are more beautiful than before
for your being upon them and the blue
and in that soft hue i know you are leaving
yet i would rather not face it
to watch you slit through the very directions of my soul
to make a hole
a deep incision in our ethically questionable existence
there will be a distance now
for me and you
there will be no more wires for you
and none most certainly for me