for some time I've suspected.
At random I grabbed a regular person
out of the bus line
tore away her clothes
pumped her with truth serum
and listened:

I am tight-rope walking
on the phone lines
pole to pole
looking down upon you all in line
and when the bus comes
I jump atop it
the wind in my hair
the ultimate convertible.
But why go to work?
I scale the first tall building
easily
and stand atop the world
your bones in my backpack
I scatter across the city
a knuckle here
a shoulder blade there:
achieving your fame.
And I sing the ultimate songs
making them up as I go
and I flash across your vision
a blur of light
and I am the universe
and I am more than you imagine your god to be
and I could pleasure you beyond your dreams
and give you dreams that would make your heart burst.
I am swimming the sky
my body fluttering against the sun.

She reclothes herself slowly,
matter-of-factly.
Her sublime eyes gradually resume their glazed look.
With an almost imperceptible sigh
She resumes her place in line,
as do I.

"It was just as I suspected,"
I mumble to myself.
The line discretely takes a step away from me --
wary of someone who talks to himself.