On the top floor of the White House, a darkened room and a hidden painting – ThePicture of President Dorian.
How else to explain the Gray hair and his head otherwise unchanged?
Still smooth as caramel, iced coffee cool; and blue black lips plump as berries.
Those lines a little deeper only sculpt his features more. The something in the way he moves, remains unmoved; years in high office have left no tangible impression.
Yet the stock question – what lies behind the mask? – is not the one to ask.
Whichever way we do things now, it’s not true to the old pattern.
Myth versus reality, realpolitik opposed to airbrushed image – how Quark theexpression, how quaint.
Not even a conspiracy, Obama was ever the icon. As a mascot he will always remain unblemished; there never was another man behind the mask.