After Amanda Deutch's Eye is wide open like day
stop
thistle-field of simple neighboring
this beside
my silence full of thinking, intersections
like copped feels
old, ransacked houses
beside this itinerant warble
handcream, band-aides, lollypops, sugar, coffee
with extra cream—
I want all of it
and nothing
but
vision
reaching me
tidal mobilised in a
refractive stumble
say me
seeing eye
over here
to lead find follow guide chase
chastise me
outside the heartland
in line with this once-forgotten America-
like day in a Paris casually
late for blue
prints
or devotées
our linear patterning
touch
sacred angle
cast off, one might say on forever,
or to the more realistic, closer spaces, you
east of a series of rivers and planes, me
across the next ocean
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