Proteus

A soothsayer is merely a good listener
And a devotee to grand detail
People will reveal themselves to you
In brief, yet bellowing fragments
Of sublingual utterances
Rich with holy malapropisms
Amidst the drawn out operas
Of their codified nonsense,
Adorable contradictions
and meandering doctrines,
overtones of essence emerge
Like lustrous, perishing phantoms
Brought on by sleep deprivation
It is the realization of these distinguished markers
That provide me the blueprints
To devise my spellbinding manikins
Mirroring their every mannerism
Achieving unparalleled resolution
And although these loud mouths always grant me their trust
In private,
I wash my face
In front of a vacant reflection