How Look by Dan Raphael

In breathing

…………………….while permeable

unequal pressure

….giant lung terminal where everyone begins

usually stripping

…………………………extra packages to deliver

exhaling galaxies into timelessness

……………i’ll never get back

new eyes,   new tensors,   more sleeves than arms

 

From some views i’m just a shimmer

not here enough, theoretical bones

this quantum transparency, only one

as if the wind can’t feel me

my inhales and exhales never more than a couple inches away

illusion of ventilation, illusion of room

……i’m never anywhere

but the space i appear to occupy

………………..in one eye and out a nostril

 

The only differences among doors are how much i have to duck

& how dark is it

………………………..how quick can i find a switch

no turning around as i’m always in the open

as seen from space our whole world is inside

…………….a question of concentricities

of how far the arm of my eyes can stretch through

never panoramic, nothing peripheral

 

Where checking my e-mail every 5 minutes

could prevent me getting what i’m looking for

clarifying of the unknown

………some doors i pass, some doors pass by me,

have handles i cant perceive or work, handles that could shock,  divert,

make me remember what didn’t happen

i see that as clearly as if it was tomorrow

 

Heart instantly accelerates from never to always and back again

body chill for no reason.  darkness at noon

one sun sets while another rises, several still in bed

neptune’s been off line for weeks

……………………introspective astronomy

………….macro-biology

………………………………………………………..all today at once

the coin flips me

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