gauge*

sometimes when you look at me i'm startled by the intensity of it the inquiry i might be imagining things after all it is i who must position myself just so at the exact angle that the twin apertures of your irises focus yet there in the hall of memories and things gathered from all over the world all over time you are we are among the collection petrified to be seen we notice each other unfurling

—

sometimes when you look at me i'm startled 

by the intensity of it

the inquiry

i might be imagining things

after all

it is i who must position myself just so

at the exact angle that the twin apertures 

of your irises focus

yet there

in the hall of memories and things gathered 

from all over the world

all over time

you are

we are 

among the collection petrified to be seen

we notice each other unfurling

—

sometimes, when you look at me, i'm startled 

by the intensity of it,

the inquiry.

i might be imagining things(;/,)

after all(,/.)

it is i who must position myself just so,

at the exact angle that the twin apertures 

of your irises focus(./;)

yet there,

in the hall of memories and things gathered 

from all over the world,

all over time(,/:)

you are(./://)

we are(./ )

among the collection petrified to be seen(,/./:/;/—)

we notice each other unfurling.

—

* or, gaze. an experiment in compositional guidance. yesterday we read music where bars framed words rather than time, or were absent altogether. it seems the absence is full of freedom, possibility