The creator’s breath,
imbuing motionless stone
with a beating heart.

A shadow repressed,
Anima and Animus:
the who we are not.

You should wear a smile,
because you cannot be sure
who might be watching.

The digital age,
a fingertip connection,
and hearts miles apart.

The noble demon
carrying his honor
among God’s liars.

You seem familiar,
but I can’t remember where
I’ve seen you before.