He told her
Through the dream
He was not, fully aware now, beyond criticism
And his problem was not that “you”
“She” held him under and to her deep criticism
Deep as she saw him, a depth she felt him worthy of
A depth of criticism worthy a match to his depth
He was deep in the way he judged every word of every person- spoken or not
Said with a face , or a context , assembled from the negative space around the unsaid -
The unmentioned
And after giving her words his depth — criticism of criticism
Really thought about it.
She just didn’t say what underlies her diatribe against her now cool lover
He’d say this to her — still in his way — throwing her a bone
Still in his way, making her crawl across the floor for it, to have her chin scratched.
It’s this, Alejandro, you need to learn the difference between virtuality and virtuosity
This, he believed is really what she meant when she said, “It wasn’t really anything”
But her reply would tell him everything he needed to know.
He’d say, I may know the difference between the virtual and the virtuous. But I’ve made my choice.
And that’s why my eyes are so dark, and why I blush and blink at the sexy void within.
Because the vitreous among us,
and this may be the difference between a man and a monster, believe their lies.
And, yes, God YES, this scares him to death!
But he just knows, that every human cruelty is born from the virtuous actions of men who believed their own lies.
So, Alejandro, is this cherub here with a message for you?
That it’s safe to transmogrify. From the virtual to the virtuous.
To be more human than you believe a human can ever be… without believing that they are real.
In simplest terms, an integrated whole, a dialectical: Do others not need to worry about it as much as you do?