Oil, water

I’m oil, life is water.
I’m a stain on the tarmac,
a slick spot to catch fate unawares.

I’m not the doer, but the done;
not the message, but the voice,
modulated by frequency or amplitude,

not so much indifferent
as bemused, not unaware
but naked in a world of secrets.

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