How do we dress......these forms...
...that we find in the night?
Are they so ancient within us......that they disappear...
...into that with which we clothe them?
Do they hide behind......what we put upon them?
Are they only there...
...as long as we look...
...or as deeply as we see?
Or do we peer into a dark......and empty...
...mirror?
A Prayer Like Gravity 