I observe a mind with facets
watch its anger swell and dwindle
see its joy flap high, then flounder
inhale a smile while passions kindle
Detached and free to lend critique
I watch an actor come of age
capture each new scene in wonder
canât wait to turn the page
Through all, I do not tamper
play moralist or God
for that would cut my pleasure
and make this poem a wad