Half An Imposter

to be but half an imposter self were
perhaps to be genuine enough, but 
different minds and hearts use gauges not
all the same, while no life’s free of pretend

the measure makes the matter and the lie,
the complexity’s full of subtleties
many of which escape author’s intent,
chameleon may traverse gate of horn

the accusatory scent of doubt joins
in the quietest of reflection’s modes,
the silk that we wormy spin shows itself
differently as our seasons come and go

so we be and be not whom we proclaim,
a touch of shame is in all we portend