The elvish features always
snag my eyes
the real ones
you can just tell.

Eventually, image reflects the within
whether we want it to or not
you can just tell.

He’s no businessman.
I remember now.
He’s a lawyer.
A dirty one.

The image reflects the within.
Sounds like a theory that
As time approaches infinity,
the difference between faked and real
approaches zero.
Inverse relationship.

Eventually, everyone will know
It will be common knowledge
worse yet
It will be old news

That you’re faking it.