Back view
I am invisible.Not even a glimpse
from their peripherals.
But,
I know.
They know,
I am there,
just there behind.
Though they choose not to,
Dismiss my mien,
My very humane presence,
Still I glorify God
in forms they might never infer.
They're missing it.
The unseen beauty I see
that is anything but mundane.
Vast and vivid,
my heart is snatched.
Then they get the whole point.
With the minimal force my fingers exert,
the show turns visual.
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