So this is to what we, a-
woke. No surprise, tedium,
however, laced with sparkles
ever how ever how . Can
stand out on pier raise eyes
to ever new how ever seen
all the moments already hardly
here squeezed into each other.
Always another window to the
world. Chaos dwindling from the roofs
excellent situation: mad confusion
decision as a way of breathing. Stop
the notion of thinking. If it must be done.
Can step back with clicks from heels, can
squat bum on heels, on knees stretched
arms crossed over, on forearms chin. Can
gaze hard and do no harm? Can slightly look
and eye a fleeting trace? In any case unknown
objects remain hidden. The book of ants, the drifting
aircraft, lightweight white diamond lands unseen
in a rainforest clearing, amidst a collection of villagers.
Savages they have been called. Poets of the lidless eye.