I hide here, on this page, in between these words, diving into the thin blue ink that flows and swirls into a sea of meanings and possiblities; a scratched framework of illusions and delusions, yours and mine.
I hide in the disappearing years in places still only known to me, and listen to the sounds of others, unaware of the silent witness to secrets shared when they were alone and safe.
I hide within the rules or turn oblique, camouflaged with stillness, fading from my own life like a photo in the sun, or vision on the Saharan dunes.
I hide out here in the open, feeling the rush of the breeze, hearing the songs that others share. Stand or sit and blend, unify or spread out on the ground, stretched across the planet and spinning out of sight.
I hide to protect and survive; I hide within the me you see; I hide from causes long forgotten but very much alive.