Trapped behind the clown's casket I hid
No one can see me here.
Soft buttery folds of sensitivity and coyness 
Hide the racy burning fire of anger and passion within.

Speaking to a wise woman of wonderment
I download the words which are sticky;
Smothered and caught like flies in cotton wool.

Like the kind spider 'Charlotte' in Charlotte's Web
She extracts the mottled clues from the mottled mess,
And pieces this together to make what appears, sense.

Ah ha! A lightbulb tings. A pressure in my heart relaxes.
With the deep exhale of breath, the floodgates open
Release of assorted emotions exchanging with clarity.

I step out of the cloud of confusion 
I lift the lid from the casket and nod to the clown knowingly.
I can see you. I can see Charlotte, and the clown.
Most importantly, I see me; and I see magnificence.