I am an incarnation giving voice
to this artistic language thus composed;
articulating each linguistic choice,
each metered line, and every rhyme imposed.
A product of his versifying whim,
I suffer two-dimensionality;
a syncopated metaphor; a dim
reflection of his personality.
I am his shadow thrown through cyberspace;
his simulacrum-self: his avatar.
I wear his cobalt eyes and weathered face:
a digital facsimile afar.
I express his meticulous designs,
but I'm as much his concept as these lines.