The roving i
It is this roving eye
that's scripting all the time
In speaking with you now
there's a future you I'm
talking to while sharing...
momentary pleasure
of thinking together
It's a remembered me
that you will see as I
retrace our history
to bring us exactly
to this very point of
mental understanding...
a mark in my mind's eye
We are so specific!
pointed yet nondescript
that words cannot capture
how inconsiderate!
we've always me somewhere
and irrefutably...
you leaning over there
With this strange abstraction
in its attraction to
my mind's eye that must see
a paired dichotomy
two paths, forward and back
entirely suffice...
to mirror issues twice
I grow used to the space
that dual reflections bring
to the glass eye membrane
on which the mind maps
to the edge of the frame
it spirals like a shell...
a circular stairwell
Up or down is where my
inexplicable eye,
this constantly shifting
you, and this roving I
need to land and focus...
my mind's eye sees best when
it looks outside itself.