If you are interested, they're not
if you feign interest,
you get inside their head far enough, too far
its all messed up
every time
The thing you seek,
yet missing in you
brief and fleeting
as mythical, and unseen as
sasquatch itself
Knowledge and intimacy, no
you get only mystery
and conclusions
shocked at the neanderthal
nature inside of us and others
we grow older and immune to
the spectacle
dismissive
Blurred, costumed and Enquirer-worthy,
sound-bites, and masks,
if not complete
costumes are all we see
We didn't want to find the stinky reclusive
in the first place
who can
make friends, with the darkness
the fear, is too real
so we hide
so does it hide
