Beating with life you promised life, security,
happiness.
Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit of
circling panes
of glass that
surround and reveal the ever present \"It\".

\"It\" is my move, my every look, interpreting
gestures, informing
other
what's undercover andlurking beneath my mask of
this year's
featured model.
Is this too much? Close your eyes. Care to look
inside? I am
I!

What may appear might easily be explained,
but given the situation of info saturation,what
you feel can
never go away.

Steering perception? I am!
Inviting contradiction? I am!
It's my insistence you keep your distance from the
glare behind
my stare.
So this is the way the game is played.
You can leave now... but I think you'll stay. I am
I!