Observation
We’ve fêted & fretted ‘neath avatar & mask,
Personas mirrored thru diode & glass,
Above the ol’Maker spies on to see
What twittering idols we all pretense to be.
Mask upon mask, glittering off e'ry screen,
Each self-styled “self” more perfect than, denuded, we’d seem.
Profiles crafted to flatter & shine,
Unforgivingly filtered thru fear’s hard design.
Countless faux faces layered; new skin & old skull.
The Mask Maker whispers, perched upon the bough: “Your mask is artful & clever, but - is it thou?"