Seen and Felt Watching
"No single perspective."
The various watchings of the neighborhood.
The trees watching (silver maple) also
the silver of oxides
which are salts watching the earth
in its "no single valence."
From here the dam is a purple wall.
From here I am under the earth.
As if a mine is a place also because of
watching.
From space we gather a sense of immensity
but no one's seen in.
No one is the name of perspective.
For context let's assume a bowling alley
stellar precision of pin's variety
of placing
up
and down.
To the left is another league
and to the right is a meteoric
supply company.
Each of these is its own aesthetic immensity.
Now multiplied by the lack of a single
perspective.
It's dust motes from Mercury, Andromeda
from Uncle Lou's,
(mercury making "surface"
seem so much illusion.
On the road to the shore there's a "little
moon"
from my window, there's an immense
silver surface
suddenly in the car. No single person is
driving
though
there's a thermal quickening of next to.
"A next to." Felt wallet.
When I get to the globular cluster I will
join,
a light very slowly which might
be a mine.
Recognition
digging (a
seen and felt.
From there the bowling motion of won plenitude.
