I allow you to look through me
Over, around, beyond and above me.
It suits me.
Your vague stare in the surrounding air,
Your opaque perception of who I am not,
nor want to be, in your selective vision
does little to perturb me.
For you are of little consequence to me.
Though I love you.
I enjoy my ethereal existence,
the cold does not concern me
My heart is warm.
You diminish me with your ignorance,
Yet enhance me a feeling of pride
for mine is a wider world.
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