Solstice

I like to fake submission
it elevates me
to be
yet not really
giving trust
this is my cloak and dagger
my subterfuge for fads
this sly silhouette
of a salient solution
needs not to be focused
needs not to be focused
upon the eloquent and bold
just me
just me here
just me here
in the desert
eating my own heart
analyzing all
beginning the process
this is my solstice
my changing of seasons