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.