Misunderstanding
John Samaras
A venue of vultures
Revolving
Choosers begging
To choose
In a hall of mirrors
Everyone’s wearing your clothes
It’s a misunderstanding
I didn’t mean to pry
It’s your misfortune
Take a bow
There is no honor
Among kings
Rising higher
Towards the sun
You’re a sculpture
Nothing’s set in stone
Words that felt so sure
Turned around
Is it clearer now?