There is more to me than you might imagine. Perspectives. Wisdom. Intuitions. All of which tell me you are here. Danger creeps into my mind like filthy movies and underground stinch. Why is it you seek me still?

I've seen your plans, laid brilliantly before me, as an architect inspects design. I will wait for you.

Don't move. Don't breathe.

I have seen too much of this masquerade to belong in interpreted silences and pretend faithfulness. The life within me moves to each rhythm I persuade. My mind is focused and centered on what used to be.

And still, I am immortal in this room.