I move my eyes left to right
and if someone from afar saw me
well
they wouldnt know
they would think maybe,
had they seen me up close,
that this diversion was,
as some corruptions can be,
containing two sides
like i had a book or
piece of fuzz i was following
with my eyes
a smooth transition
but the dismal certainty
says otherwise
that this split noticing
is involuntary movement
from one part of me
to the other
from one decision
to the opposing
from one yes
scaling to no
and vice versa

a sort of cyclonic woe