I feel as if all claims I made were sham,
and reconstruct how folk indulged pretence,
so I ignored my stunted lack of sense
whilst spurring fantasies of dreamt elan.
I prided my critique of those who swam,
reflex objection to their competence,
before abuse this morphed into offence;
now even I will pain at who I am.
This coarse reflection could tell truths or lies,
† now that mindís mirror and the mind are cracked,
† †but better use than blinker inward sight.
†I tolerate myself, I donít despise,
† so far preamble, void of worth or tact,
† †but shadow needs a form, and too a light.