Athena, Holding Your Hair, Whispering In Your Ear

For me a few are enough, one is enough, none is enough. This is not for the many, but for you. We are audience enough for each other.

And this is what remains of us, the worst
parts of a second self, palimpsest upon the first.
Who knows what velleities, half intentions
hateful sleights, and partly formed dissensions,
lurk below the glittering scum that we
prepared to meet the scum that we would meet?
No spectral sight, forensic eye
can see the child who's father to the lie.